Wings and Heartbeats (Manorian Fanfiction and crossover between ACOTAR and TOG)

Who Are You?

*Feyre POV*

Her guts lurched as she was pinned down by a massive wild cat, its white fur, glistening in the moonlight, was pebbled with dark spots much like a leopard's, its massive front paws pushed at her shoulders, and its eyes. An emerald so bright it gleamed in the dark, not just with predator instinct but with intelligence as if it knew what was going on. 

Eyes that stared on her own as it had its jaws around her throat, she felt sweat trickled down the back of her throat as her hair splayed behind her head. She tried summoning fire but a brush down the mating bond paused her. She turned her head at Rhys, the action caused the leopard on her to tightened its jaws on her,  her mate was pinned belly down, hands twisted behind his back as a handsome blonde-haired warrior. 

He couldn't use his magic-not yet. Not after what they did to get here, what they did to use ancient, old magic-invented by witches-to call down upon the stars and rip the folds between the world. She turned her eyes past the leopard and looked at who else was present. Heart thundering, she could barely move before the leopard punched her head down into the dirt, the impact ringing through her skull.

Then she felt someone step forward, the beast upon her allowing her to see, something like a smirk plastered on its face knowing how much control it had over her movements. She gritted her teeth and turned to look at the female that stepped forward. She was Fae, that was true. She resembled the warrior that had Rhys pinned down only she was much more elegant. While the male was harsh lines, she was defined and yet her features flowed together flawlessly. Her hair hung past her navel, her turquoise eyes with a core of gold a sharp and bright contrast to the dark green flowing gown she wore, lined with silver that matched the hair combs that adorned her head. 

"Stand down," she commanded the warrior and beast, her eyes flicking to a dark figure behind her ", Rowan."

At once, both beast and man fell off, drawing into rank behind their leader; but before they could make to stand a shield of air pushed around them. Feyre tried to claw through it but her own magic was weak from handing it over to Rhys prior. She turned to face her mate but he was lounging in the grass, smiling lazily at the people of this world with forced ease that only she could see through.

"I recognize you," the blonde woman purred, eyes bright ", I never got the chance to thank you for that little boost."

"Well, I'm here now aren't I?" Rhys said.

"You are here," the woman said, crooning with such sweetness that her next words blanked out for a minute ", but if you think about it, really, I don't know you at all. So who am I to bow before your feet?"

"Why," Rhysand said drily ", I am Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court; that is my mate and wife, Feyre, High Lady of the Night Court."

Feyre tensed as the woman studied them with a frankness that had goosebumps rising on her skin. She nodded once and gave a mock bow, her soprano voice ringing out. "Very well. I am Aelin Ashryver Whitehorn Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen, and the Faerie Queen of the West."

"Fancy," Rhys commented.

Aelin only grinned at that, that woman of power, such power, just grinned. She waved a man forward, a man rising from the shadows. He would tower over Rhys, despite only looking to be in his late twenties. His silver hair gleamed as his pine green eyes gazed over them, his expression was distant, uncaring. But that wasn't what Feyre was staring at.

It was the harsh and dark tattoo that marred his left side of his face. It flowed down, written in a language she cannot understand, going past his collarbone and Feyre assumed it went past that as well.