A Court Of Family and fire

home- Aelin/Feyre

Aelin pov.

I throw my bowl across the room. Just as Azriel walks in. it wouldve been fine but the bowl was full of blood. It was easier than slicing my arm open everytime i needed to draw a new wyrd mark. He looks at the marks all over the floor. He slams the door shut and runns downstairs. Shit.

"AZRIEL WAIT" i run after him "ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE"

Once i get down there are five blades to my neck.

"Hey guys its not what it looks like" i know i can take them but i would rather explain myself.

"Then what is it" growls cassian "it looks like you are cursing us"

"What? No" i say. That is the stupidest thing i have ever heard "mind lowering your baldes" none of them waver "fine" i take mor and feyre's blades first. Then rhys and azriel. Then cassian. They look at me astounded.

"How did you-" cassian says shocked.

"Assasin remember" i toss their blades back. "Anyway. I wasnt cursing you i was trying to make a portal home. With wyrdmarks. Ask amren she should know a couple" an idea comes to mind. Why didnt i ask amren. "Do you by chance know where amren is?"

"She is visiting her boyfriend varian" says mor

"And where my that be?" i ask "do you have a map?"

Mor nods and shows me. Pretty much the exact location.

"The kids will be fine here for a while dont worry. If they cry just get feyre to make some animal ice sculptures" i say. Checking the blades on me. "Fourteen and two " i pat down myself once more "three and seven"

"What are those numbers?" asks rhyand

"Well rhysand. I am going to go vist amren and im not sure exactly what i will be encountering" i check my blades once more "i just needed to know how many blades i have on me. The answer is, if you were wondering. Fourteen daggers and two short blades on my front and three daggers and seven short blades on my back" i frown. I look at cassian. "Can i borrow your sword?" they just look at me shocked "ill clean it after" i give him a sweet smile "promise"

They dont move. I just grab it. I look at the map once more and winnow to where amren is.

Feyre pov.

"Holy shit" says cassian "how the fuck does she have that many blades on her?"

"How did she disarm us all?" asks azriel.

"Why does she still call me rhysand? I told her to call me rhys" my mate grumbles.

I pat him on the shoulder.

Poor baby i mock down the bond.

Why wont she call me rhys. Whenever i tell people to call me rhys they get flustered.

Well 1. She is mated 2. I dont think she needs to listen to you, she is a queen

But still.

Just ask her again

An hour or two later we are sitting on the couch and aelin winnow in with amren slung over her shoulder. Both covered in blood.

"Holy caulderon what happened" asks rhys concerned.

"Turns out mor's info was shit" she says and puts down amren. "Varian and amren was no where near and so i had to ask around. Some people decided to report some small helpless fae" she makes her voice high pitched and i try not to laugh. "And then these guards came along and were like; you don't live here" she imitates them "you are invading, you might be a spy. We have to take you to lord tarquin whoever that is" she waves her hand in dismissal. " i told them to fuck off and they didnt like that." she starts picking the blood of her nails " and i dont think they realised i had a couple of blades on me. So they attacked. Well not at first. They seemed to think since i was female i couldnt do anything. They should be arrested for that alone. So then i resisted ealisy and then when they wouldnt fuck of i had to defend myself" she states simply.