A Court Of Family and fire

Memories- Cassian/aelin

Aelin pov.

"He what!" i half yell at cassian

"He doesnt let the females train unless they do chores?" he replies quietly.

"Oh he is going to fucking die" i yell.

"Now hold up" says rhys "as much as that bastard deserves it, if we kill devlon we risk a revolt of the illyrians"

"Then why don't we?" i suggest "now hear me out. Put cassian or azriel in charge of the illyrians and then devoln can just spontaneously catch on fire" i put my hands up and summon fire to them for emphasis.

"I like that idea" cassian looks at rhys "we should do that"

"You know most of the illyrians would never accept one of us" azriel contributes.

"Fine then let the illyrian males revolt and then we can just have a new generation of well raised males and equal females" i suggest

"I like that idea" cassian repeat and again looks at rhys "we should to that" he looks to me "you have such great ideas"

I double over laughing. "That's funny" I wipe under my eyes "I needed a laugh. Thanks cass"

"What's so funny?" cassian asks confused "i just said you have good plans"

I double over laughing again. I even see amren trying to stifle a laugh.

"What's so funny amren?" asks Cassian slightly annoyed.

"Well" explains amren, still slightly amused "if you have ever gone through with one of Aelins world saving plans, it usually ends with aelin dying, burning out, giving up her magic, being captured, being tortured or being speperated from her family to save someone" she looks at me "hey that happed recently"

"Oh yea!" i muse.

"Yea but that just means something ruins the plan. The plan was usually pretty resoable" cassian protests.

Amren and i look at each other and double over laughing. "No stupid" i explain, still laughing "my plan is usually to be captured, tortured, burnt out, dead, or out of magic. Because that is usually what saves the world"

"But why are you still living" he asks "no offence but you seem like the kind of person so succeed in plans"

"Yeah well if my mate wasnt so stubborn in making me live" i explain "i would be. But he is always like, oh i already lost one mate i wont lose another. And i am like but we have to save the world. And he is like we will find another way" i look at them. But they stopped smiling.

"What do you mean two mates?" asks azriel softly "fae only have one"

"Oh. um. I just meant before we met he had a relationship for so long that they thought they were mates" my lie is not convincing at all but they let it slide.

I feel a claw slide against my mind and i flinch.

"Get out" i say to rhys and feyre. Unsure which one is trying to get into my mind.

The claw slides deeper into my mind. I fall to my knees and put my hands on my head.

"Get out" i repeat.

"We arent trying to get into your mind aelin" says feyre "we are the only daemati here" she stops "aelia"

"Please get her out" i beg.

Aelia dives into my mind. She pulls up memories i tried to hide. Waking up covered in my parents blood. My training with aborynn. Sam. endovier. Nehemia. Maeve. The coffin. The whip. Giving my magic. The chair. Blood. So much blood. To much blood. I see sam sitting in front of me.