When hearts meet

Chapter 8 ~ Firebird

Weeks had passed since the difficult birth of Myrina, but luckily the little Illyrian lady was strong and healthy.

The sun was about to set, when Feyre walked onto the roof, where the sparring rings were. She loved the sunset, how it colored the world in all shades of orange and pink and red. It made her want to paint again. Not that she had the time, with a few weeks old baby, who needed constant attention. Of course she had Morrigan and her sisters and Rhys, who was the most amazing father. But she wanted to do everything herself, especially after what had happened during the birth.

With little Myrina in her arms, she pushed open the door with her hip, to see her two favorite men train. The sound of clattering swords, groans and panting filled her ears. She smiled and sat down in a nearby chair, pulling her daughter close. "One day," she whispered to her violet eyed girl. "One day you'll fight as good as them, maybe even better!"

Brion had heard his mother enter, heard the soft ruffling of tiny wings and knew his sister was here as well. He smiled as he saw how distracted his father was, and decided to take advantage. He blew a wind of stardust his way, and swung his sword hard against Rhys's sword. Surprise filled his eyes as he saw how his father blocked the attack anyways. "Nice try my boy." A growl of irritation left his lips as he attacked again and again, sweat dripping down his tanned muscular back. "You're good Brion, but a little too aggressive. Sometimes cold calculation and holding back a little makes you win."

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"Mom, you can't go with me...again!" Aelin walked further through the garden, to an open spot where she could summon a portal. "It's the third time in two weeks you're joining me." "And that annoys you, why? If you want to bang Brion so badly, don't let me stop you, my little flame. I'll just act as if I am deaf, I promise." Aelin turned to her daughter to see the flames in Ciana's eyes lit up. "Ah ah...Don't burn your dear mother to a crisp."

Ciana controlled her fiery temper, as she stared at her mother. It wasn't that she didn't want her mom to join, she just wanted some alone time with Brion. And her mother would give her that privacy, but still...
An idea shot through her mind and she pulled her mother with her, to the small clearing in the garden. "Fine, you can come with me. Let's go, let's go!" Ciana started to draw Wyrdmarks and felt her mother's sharp eyes on her. "You little cunning thing, you have an idea, don't yo-" Ciana pulled her mom through the portal and into Velaris.

They appeared on a sunny roof, now golden due to the setting sun. The scent of pure masculinity and sweat filled her nose and she turned around on instinct, as if she knew where he was. Her eyes almost fell out of her face, as she saw him. She had seen so many shirtless, training males. But this, Brion...great gods have mercy on her. Apparently, he had felt her, because he made a spin, his sword behind his back, blocking his father's attack. His nightly black hair hung in front of his gorgeous face, the muscles in his arms flexing. And when she thought he couldn't get any hotter, he winked at her. A fire so strong, rose in her core, and all she wanted to do, was jump him. What was wrong with her? Gosh, you horny ass, she told herself. She shook her head a little and turned around, when she felt a body behind her, a ragged breath in her ear. A smile broke from her lips as his scent filled her nostrils. 'Hello princess,' he murmured. She readied herself, calling a sword of flames in her hand, and turned around, faster than a whirlwind.

'Let's see who wins now, bat boy.' She had clearly caught him by surprise, because he stumbled back, just two steps. Playfulness filled his gorgeous eyes, determination burned in hers. She'd show him she wasn't just a princess, as he liked the call her. She made a 'come here' motion with her hand, and Brion didn't hesitate.