A Story of Fire and Darkness (A ToG and ACoTaR crossover)

"We winnowed."

Feyre POV-

        The cries of outrage coming from the female's—Aelin's— court had my lips twitching into a smirk.

         Behind me, I could hear Cass trying to stifle a snicker, probably trying to escape Mor's wrath. Midnight chuckles echoed within my mind and soon after I heard the high-pitched giggle of Mor. My smirk widened as the laughter behind me grew louder.

         Aelin looked to me with an evil grin upon her face, eyes dancing with mischief. My own smile on display, I gave her a small wink.

         Her head was thrown back as she cackled her delight to the sky, and looking at the rest of her court, it seemed as if they were albeit confused with her behavior.

        My own shoulders began to shake as I tried to restrain my laughter, watching as Aelin struggled to catch her breath. One arm was wrapped around her stomach, the other was gripping onto the silver-haired male with white knuckles.

        Slowly, Aelin stood up straight, wiping away tears of mirth, her eyes twinkling. I watched her hand come up to point at me.

        "I think I'm going to like you, High Lady," she chuckled. Despite the playful tone of voice, I could see in her eyes that she knew what the title meant to me. I smiled warmly at her as some part of my heart softened.

        "Likewise, Your Majesty."

        Again, her smirk came to life on her face. She turned predatory eyes to her court. Jabbing a thumb towards me, "Maybe you all can learn some manners from this one. Even she knows to call me Majesty."

        A man in the back rumbles a laugh, his arms crossed and eyes glittering.

"The day I call you Majesty is the day that you and Manon have round two."

       Aelin cackled, now pointing at the silver-haired woman she came through with. "What do you say, Witch?" she snickered.

       The woman bared her teeth in a grin, and as I watched, fangs of pure silver, gleaming and sharp, descended from her mouth. Claws of silver grew from her nails, long slender things that had me taking half a step back in surprise.

       The woman took half a bow, "Any time, Monster."

       Aelin's cackles grew louder as she looked back at the man who spoke. Whereas before, he had a look of easy arrogance, now his expression is pained. A wheezing noise stole my attention away from him. Aelin was gasping for air, the male at her side now holding her up with a slightly alarmed expression.

       "Do you," she gasped between laughs, "even know what . . . . that means?" One glance at the man's face seemed to give her the answer. Loud cackles rang out once more.

      The silver-haired woman smirked at the man. He seemed confused now, unsure of what was happening.

      "Don't worry, Princeling. I'll explain later." Something flashed in the man's eyes at that. A smirk danced on his lips as he gave her a slight nod.

       I cleared my throat quietly. Once I had gotten their attention once more, I smiled slightly.

     "As much fun as this is, I'd much rather finish this somewhere much warmer. What do you say?"

     "Gods, finally!" The male in the back, the one that looked like Aelin, spoke. "It's so cold. I'm pretty sure Lys still wants my—" The woman next to him abruptly slapped her hand across the male's mouth, a slightly panicked look on her face.

     I chuckled. "Well, what are you waiting for?", I motioned towards myself. "Let's go then."

     Aelin looked around skeptically. "Uhh, where?"

     It was my turn to smirk. "You'll see."

.        .       .        .     

    It seemed as if the new-comers were not accustomed to our preferred way of traveling. I found it hard to not laugh as I watched half of them struggle to keep the contents of their stomaches intact. Aelin seemed to be the only one truly unaffected.

     I felt a slight bit of apprehension as she looked around. We had taken them to the House of Wind, rather than my private home, or the town home.

     "What was that?" the silver-haired male asked quietly.

      "We winnowed," Rhys said. I looked towards him, slightly surprised. He had yet to speak the whole time. His hands were in his pockets, his shoulders relaxed. He stood as if the only people in the room were our family.

I slightly raised an eyebrow at him.

They deserve to know what is going on, he said.

Feeling keen eyes on me, I turned. Aelin and the male, who never seemed to leave her side, were staring intently.

"Wait, you do the same weird thing that Aelin and Rowan do?" A beautiful woman in the back exclaimed.

I was saved by Aelin from having to answer.

"I guess I should introduce the rest of my court, shouldn't I?" She smirked. My smile in return was slightly less mischievous.

"I would appreciate being able to know the names of your court. Especially since it seems we have some things in common," I winked slightly at Aelin, "so I will in turn tell you the names of my own court."

Rhys stepped forward. "But first, let's take a seat." With a melodramatic wave of his hand, chairs enough for all of us appeared. Yelps and curses from Aelin's court set Cassian's shoulders shaking. Mor was close behind him, and Rhys seemed to be suppressing a smirk.

Rhys started to snicker as soon as my hand made contact with his shoulder. Flinching away, he raised his hands in surrender. I glared until his giggles faded away. Until he started to look a little apprehensive even. Then, I jabbed a finger into his face. This is not over.

I turned back to Aelin, slightly smirking once more. "Well. Won't you take a seat, then?"

A/N:
Hey y'all! Thanks for reading, and thanks for sticking with me! The beginning is a bit slow, I know, but it gets better, I promise!! 🤪 Stay bright, all you stars!!
-KAM