A Court in Flames

Chapter 40

A/N

So... I may have taken a very long break from this and I'm really sorry. Also, it is kinda a really horrible chapter so sorry for that. And I also guess that it may have made this into a filler chapter. Sorry again. 

Feyre's POV

The court of dreams was sitting at our dining table with Petrah and Lysandra when Elentiya came running into the room. All talking stopped as everyone turned to see Aelin walk into the room. 

Her face was pale after two weeks without sunlight and her eyes were sunken from lack of sleep. But there was a smile on her face. A small glimmer of happiness I hadn't seen from her in a long while.

Then a large male stood beside her. The same male I had given the wyrdmarks to. Aelin didn't even flinch as he wrapped an arm around her waist. No, she just leaned her head against his shoulder.

Rhys stood up but I placed a hand on his arm before walking up to greet them.

Aelin cleared her voice, which was slightly hoarse from disuse, "This is my mate, Rowan. Rowan this is Feyre, High Lady of the Night Court. Rhysand, everyone calls him Rhys, Feyre's mate and High Lord of the Night Court. Amren second in command. Morrigan but everyone calls her Mor and Rhys's cousin and third in command. Azriel, shadowsinger and spymaster. Cassian or Cass, general commander. And Luna, daughter of Rhys and Feyre."

As they walked to the table Aelin whispered to me, "I hope it's okay that I brought him here."

I gave her a smile, "It's more than okay, Aelin. I'm just happy that you two made up." She smiled her smile lighting up her gaunt face.

She grasped my hand. "Thank you, Feyre. I mean it. Thank you for everything. I don't know how I could ever repay you."

I smiled, "You don't need to, Aelin. But... if you really want just visit us. Often." 

"Of course, I'll visit!" She placed a hand on her chest in mock offence.

We sat down. Aelin sat across from me with Elentiya on her left and Rowan on her right.

"So. Rowan... How's Terrasen?" Amren drawled. She was cleaning her nails as if indifferent to it all.

"Rowan..." Aelin started but was cut off with ice and wind aiming for Amren. Aelin groaned before saying, "Don't." She had her head in her hands as I created a shield of darkness.

"Why does everyone attack Amren?" Mor asked.

"Stop," Aelin said firmly while looking directly at Rowan. The magic faded from the room and I watched as Rowan and Aelin stared at each other.

After several minutes Rowan said, "Fine! But. If she tries anything on you or Elentiya, she's dead."

"Territorial fae bastard," she muttered under her breath. She then proceeded to whisper something into Elentiya's ear. Aelin had a spark in her eyes that could only mean that she had formed some kind of devious plan. And from the smile on Elentiya's face, I knew that she would grow up to be almost as insane as her mother.

Rowan seemed to have noticed it, too because he muttered, "Gods save me!"

Rowan was on edge for the next three days. The fourth day when still nothing had happened he began to relax. The fifth day it happened.

We were all, except Rowan, sitting down for breakfast. Aelin and Elentiya couldn't stop smiling throughout the entire meal. When Rowan came into the room they burst out laughing.

He gave them a confused look before sitting down. 

We were gaping. 

"Why didn't you include me!" Lysandra shrieked.

Rowan stared at her. "What do you mean?" Aelin and Elentiya doubled over.

"We should run," Aelin said before grabbing Elentiya and making a run for it.

I handed him a mirror before bursting into laughter as he gaped at his hot pink hair.

"AELIN!!!!!" 

Twenty minutes later they returned to the table. Aelin's and Elentiya's hair were both hot pink, now and they were soaking wet.

Aelin swaggered into the room while showing off her hair.

We all laughed as she sat down and smiled before returning to her food.

Aelin's POV

I unsheathed Goldryn as I stalked down the hallways. My pink hair was unbound as it flowed behind me.

I had two suspects as I prowled by. The first had no fear of me hence why she was a suspect. The second hadn't been here the last time this had happened and had only heard of my wrath when he returned.

As I entered the sitting room I noticed immediately that they were both here.

All talking stopped as my presence was noted.

I watched as Azriel faded into the shadows not wanting to be on the other end of my rage, as he had last time.

Rhys looked at me and he opened his mouth to say something before realizing that there would be nothing he could do to help whoever had committed this horrendous crime.

I looked at the two and saw Amren rolling her eyes and Cassian had sweat pouring down his face.

"Cassian," I cooed and sheathed Goldryn at my hip. "I believe you stole something from me." I kept the angry glint from reappearing in my eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I leaned against the doorframe. "Didn't Rhys explain what happened last time this happened?" I asked innocently as I cleaned my nails with a dagger.

"Oh, Cassian... You didn't..." Rhys groaned.

"You are an even bigger Buffon than I thought! You don't steal chocolate from Aelin!" Mor stated as she leaned against the opposite wall. "Everyone knows that!"

I threw a dagger at Cassian as he stared at me wide-eyed. He ducked for cover. He barely dodged the second dagger and the third pinned him to the wall by the arm of his shirt. Five more daggers flew pinning him to the wall by his clothes. 

I walked up to him and jabbed him in his chest with my finger. "Don't." Jab. "Steal." Jab. "My." Jab. "Chocolate." Jab. "Again." Jab. "Or else." I jabbed him one more time for good measure before walking out of the room, leaving Cassian pinned to the wall.

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"You left me pinned to a wall!" Cassian shouted at me.

"You stole my chocolate, consider yourself lucky I didn't kill you," I replied cooly.

"It's just chocolate!"

"That's like saying that Truth-Teller is just another knife!"

"That is not at all the same thing! You can replace your chocolate but you can't replace Truth-Teller."

"Fine! Then it's like saying your sword is just a sword and can be replaced!"

"A sword is more expensive than chocolate!"

"So?"

"So! You can replace your chocolate much easier than replacing my sword!"

"Do you know what I did to Rhys? I chased Rhys around the house while throwing flaming daggers at him for stealing my chocolate." He blanched. "I didn't do that to you because it took a week to repair the damage," I told him nonchalantly while tossing a flaming dagger in the air to prove my point.

"You are insane."

"I aim to impress," I gave him the smile that pisses off every male before walking off to the chocolate store.