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

Tamlin's Coping Mechanism

It was the same room they were in before. The same pool of water, the same chairs in a circular shape, only there were remarkably more people than chairs with the room than it was three years ago.

Kallias and Helion stood up as they entered.

Feyre and Rhysand nodded, smiling at them as they smiled back and took in the entourage they've brought.

"You've brought guests," Kallias commented.

The royals behind them all grinned, showing their pearly whites, creating a wicked and terrifying image. The High Lords stiffened.

"Where is Viviane?" Mor asked and Feyre inclined her head in agreement.

"Restroom."

There was an awkward, stifling silence for a moment before Aelin started to roll her eyes.

"Alright, it has seemed that you 'High Lords' have no manners whatsoever to new people so I'd started the introduction," Aelin started.

The High Lords narrowed their eyes at her.

"I, the one and only, Aelin Ashryver Whitehorn Galathynius, also known as fire-breathing-bitch queen, is the Queen of Terrasen, from the Land of Erilea."

"And this," Aelin gestured towards Rowan ", is a sorry excuse of a royal king that is my mate, Rowan. I'll let the rest of my entourage introduce themselves."

Elide stepped forward feebly, though her eyes were clear as she announced ", Elide Lochan, Lady of Perranth, and my mate and husband, Lord Lorcan...Lochan."

There was the very audible tension of people trying to stifle their laughter.

"AND I," Aedion said in the sound amplified by an unknown source ", is Prince Aedion Ashryver, Lord Aedion of Caraverre, cousin of the Queen of Terrasen. And that beauty over there is-"

"My name is Lysandra Ennar, Lady of Caraverre," the shapeshifter said, giving a graceful bob of the head ", And is married to that brute."

Aedion scoffed.

"Manon Crochan Blackbeak," said the witch, her eyes alight with wicked mischief ", Queen of Witches."

Feyre spied Helion eyeing the witch-queen, her remarkable features, beautiful beyond reckoning. Feyre also spied as Dorian subtly-not-so-subtly cleared his throat before he introduced himself.

"Dorian Havilliard," said the sapphire-eyed king ", King of Adarlan."

"Yes," Kallias said warily, eyes narrowed ", But what is that?"

Manon snorted. "Abraxos is my wyvern mount."

"Ah."

"Helion," said the Day Court High Lord coldly ", Day Court."

"Kallias, Winter Court."

"Viviane!" squealed Mor, the Lady of the Winter Court squealed in return and they rushed to each other.

"Never change," Kallias muttered.

"Never!" Viviane repeated boldly while being embraced tightly.

"I guess now we wait," Thesan said, eyeing Abraxos ", We might need more chairs and a perch for your mount."

-

"This seems familiar doesn't it."

Once more, just like three years ago, they were all seated, all waiting. For a single person.

The High Lord of Spring.

Viviane sighed. "Sometimes I think he does it to get attention."

Kallias gave his mate a warning look but she shrugged ", I'm getting it out of my system before he arrives."