Rowan landed on his haunches, he didn't know where he was, but what he did know, was that he wasn't in Varese, Terrasen or Doranelle. He was in a dining room, standing on the floor nearby the table. A thump behind him notified Rowan that Lorcan has joined him. There were 5 people in the room, all seated around the table. There were 2 Fae males in the room, and 3 females, but their species were... different. Their ears were less pronounced, and Rowan could see their duller canines as they bared their teeth. And then Rowan spoke, "Where is she?"
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One minute they were eating dinner peacefully, and then the next a strange male fell through a hole in the ceiling, another one following after. These males were Fae, but a different type, their ears were more pronounced, and Feyre could see the first Male's sharper canines as he spoke. "Where is she?" He spoke with killing calm, but in tones so different to Feyre. Anyone with an IQ higher than room temperature knew that nobody in Prythian spoke like he did.
Tamlin cleared his throat, "you are in my court, I should be the one asking questions here. Who are you?" Feyre could tell that the silver-haired male wasn't in the mood for Tamlin's shit, but still, he answered. " I don't have time for pleasantries. Where. Is. She." It wasn't a question, Feyre realized, it was a command. "Excuse me," his gaze snapped to Feyre. "Can you elaborate further, on her appearance or name? 'She' does not narrow it down at all."
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The female with the blue/grey eyes wanted a name. And while he thought of which of her many names to use, he felt something brush up against his mind. Upon instinct, his mind's forgotten shields shot up, and judging by the female's shocked expression, he knew who it was. "Mind reader." He snarled. Rowan had encountered few, but he knew that feeling. They were incredibly dangerous, the more skilled ones able to destroy or manipulate minds. Maeve had trained him to lock them out. He had long since stopped putting up his mental walls, but Rowan prayed he had pushed her out before she could've gotten anything.
"Her name is Celaena Sardothien, do you know where she is, and or if she is here?" Rowan was immensely disappointed when everyone in the room shook their heads. "Well, you can stay here in the Spring Court until we hear from her, and your companion too. I also think that you won't be able to return home, because that portal has disappeared." The man with the reddish hair said. "I think it's time for introductions, Tamlin, why don't you start?" Asked the mind reader.
"I am Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court" it was the blonde-haired male who spoke. "I'm Lucien." The redhead with the metal eye said. "Feyre Archeron, fiance to Tamlin of the Spring Court." The female mind reader tried not to cringe as she said the word fiance, "That is Alis." She pointed to a woman who had tree bark-like skin.
"And I'm Ianthe, that's us, your turn now." Ianthe had hair exactly like Aelin's, and on her forehead were tattoos of the moon cycle. "Rowan Whitethorn, Prince of Doranelle and..."
"Lorcan Salvaterre, one of the most powerful demi-fae in existence."
Tamlin snorted, "Demi-Fae? And I highly doubt you are that powerful. And also, there is no 'Doranelle' here, you are in Prythian."
"Ha, I highly doubt you are that powerful. And, there is no Doranelle here, we are in Prythian."
Lorcan snarled, "Not that powerful, hmm? Have you toppled cities?"
"Shut it, Lorcan. Prythian, you say? Ever heard of a place called Erilea?"
They shook their heads. Lorcan was fuming. Wherever they were, Prythian or something, it wasn't where they would find Aelin.
Lorcan felt something brush up against his mind, and his mental shields formed from darkness, death and steel, shot up, forcing the presence out.
It was so much like Maeve, the dark Fae Queen. The female, Feyre, didn't look him in the eye, but he could smell her shock.
"Whitethorn," Lorcan turned to him, "I don't know how we will find... Celaena, but it's not here. we will need to rest."
"We don't need to rest, we need to find her." Rowan snapped. Lorcan's answering growl wasn't human.
"We have been searching for her for the past month Whitethorn. We will stay here until we can figure out how to get back to Doranelle, and get her back."
Rowan looked as if he was going to object, but Feyre cleared her throat. "Alis, would you mind showing them their rooms?" She asked sweetly. The female with tree bark skin, Alis, nodded and motioned for them to follow her.
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After the two males left, Feyre sent a message down the mating bond, to Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court.
Rhys?
Yes, Feyre darling?
Two males just appeared in the dining room, searching for someone named Celaena Sardothien.
Hmm, odd. What do the Males look like?
They are Fae Warriors, to say the least. Built for war and battlefields. Rowan Whitethorn and Lorcan Salvaterre
Thank you, darling. I love you.
I love you too.
Only then did Feyre realize that everyone in the room was staring at her.
"I'm sorry, can you repeat the question?" Feyre pleaded, trying to sound innocent. "I asked if you wanted to hold a High Lord meeting, Feyre." She bobbed her head, her lengthy hair shifting. "Yes, that would be best. They might know how to assist them. They can also decide what to do with the males."
Lucien nodded, visibly approving. "That's a wise choice. When will it be held, Tamlin?"
Instead, Feyre answered for him, "maybe we should give the guests time to settle down, so maybe for a few days..." She trailed off.
