Worlds of Light and Dark

••• The Introduction Part Two •••

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Pov: Ayla

The women smirked, and plopped down in the seat next to Amren, grinning like a heathen. She quickly scanned the food on the table and began pilling it on to her plate. Definity, not the reaction we all expect her to have.

Father cleared his throat, "And you are?" he purred.

She opened her mouth wide, to place a huge chunk of food in it, showing us all her canines. Everyone's eyes, expect Azriel's, widened slightly. Her canines were elongated! No Fae in our world had canines like hers. But they seemed to fit, to fit with her essence and appearance. They hinted of a powerful creature but were elegant and graceful at the same time. Much like how I assumed she was. In that moment I decided I loved them.

She closed her mouth and chewed quickly, then swallowed. "I would like to know yours first," she remarked in a sickly sweet and innocent tone. Even through the tone, her voice sounded like music.

Light glinted in Father's eyes, he liked her already. "I am Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court," he replied, power laced in his words.

She nodded and turned to Mother. Mother took her cue and said kindly, but surely, "I am Feyre, High Lady of the Night Court. Rhysand's mate."

The female nodded again, and this time turned to me. "And you are?" she asked, a small smirk lining her lips.

"Ayla, daughter of the Night Court, next in line to take my Mother and Father's place," I gestured to them, indicating they were my parents.

Her smile faded and she nodded, understanding flashing in her eyes. Confusion flooded through me. Understanding? How and what did she understand? And her eyes had shown sadness. What did she understand that was sad? I hadn't said anything sad!

I shook my head and let it go. I needed to stay alert. Uncle Cassian was introducing himself now.

"Cassian, general of the Night Courts armies. Greatest fighter any world has ever seen, and have never lost a battle." His smirk was wide now, waiting to see how this supposed warrior would react. She didn't respond and her eyes flicked over to Azriel. Cassian's confusion was abundantly clear and our court's faces were all contoured, trying hard not to laugh.

Uncle Azriel eventually spoke up, still smiling, "Spymaster," he said. So he had already introduced himself, proving that he didn't believe she would hurt any of us.

Aunt Mor spoke up next of her own accord, "I am the High Lord and High Lady's third in command, Morrigan the truth-teller. But you can call me Mor," she talked warmly laughter evident in her voice, red painted lips formed into a wide smile. And then it was Amren's turn.

Pov: Rhysand

As Mor finished the female turned to Amren. Tension filled the room, this could go terribly.

"Amren, the Night Court's second," Amren said swiftly, stiffly.

"And what did you use to eat," the female asked, surprising everyone at the table.

Amren smiled a wide toothy smile and looked up into the female's eyes with her glowing silver ones, "Blood."

The woman held her breath "Even human blood?"

"Not humans, but the blood of animals."

The female took in Aunt Amren's smile and expression, tipped her head back and laughed. The sound echoed around the room as we all sat there in shock, faces slack. But the female kept laughing clutching her stomach, as tears, tears, rolled down her cheeks.

After a few minutes, she stopped, and between gasps explained her face still light with laughter, "You remind me of a family friend, a witch. She is as proud as you and just as unemotional, you would get along well. But, instead of animal blood, she dines on the blood of men, says it tastes wine."

My face drained of color as I looked to Feyre.

Human blood?

Feyre gulped and nodded.

What kind of a world does she live in?!

I don't know Rhys, I-I don't know.

The female took in our faces and laughed again. And in between laughs she spoke, "I'm Elentiya," and then continued laughing.