The Siren's Song (Feysand son x Rowaelin daughter) ✔️

Chapter 13

Disclaimer: I only own Lyria and Casteel. Also how freakin cute is the picture? Just imagine the little baby Illyrian wings....

It wasn't Casteel or Rhysand who was waiting for her in the dining room in the morning, but Mor.  The blonde female was lounging on an armchair, somehow managing to look graceful. She looked up as Lyria nervously entered the room, wondering if she had overstayed her welcome by assuming she would be training with them.  Mor grinned. 

"Damn you look good." Mor whistled and like that her nervousness disappeared. Lyria twirled and struck a pose. Mor applauded and they both laughed. 

"Leathers suit you." Mor told her and she looked down at her attire. It had been on her bed when she woke up, a tunic and pants that looked like they were made to fight in, the material was tight, allowing her the flexibility to move but looked as if it could block blows. It was almost as good as the suit in her apartment, it was heavier though. 

"It does, doesn't it?" Lyria ran a hand down her waist. Mor laughed again and held out a hand. 

"Ready? The boys are already there, up at the crack of dawn the idiots." 

"Dawn? I need my-"

"Beauty sleep?" Mor offered and Lyria grinned and nodded.

"Me too." Lyria slipped her hand into Mor's. Mor looked at her as if asking her again if she was ready. Lyria's heart burst at the caring thought, last night she had reacted badly to winnowing due to missing home and Mor had noticed. And cared enough to make sure she was OK. Lyria squeezed her fingers.

"Three, two one." They were suddenly flung through darkness and Lyria held onto Mor's hand tightly. Suddenly a room appeared and she had to blink a few times against the sudden brightness. Clashing filled the air and Lyria was blessed with the sight of Rhys and his son fighting, next to them Azriel and Cassian engaged in a fight too. Holy mother of- 

All the males were shirtless and sweat rolled down their perfectly tan bodies. Every move displayed rolling muscles and the abs, the abs! Lyria's eyes were drawn to Casteel as he fought his Dad, his blade a blur. Lyria might have been drooling but honestly didn't care. 

Mor noticed her and laughed.

"If I didn't prefer females, I'd be drooling too." Lyria winked at her jokey tone, not at all ashamed of staring.

"Don't pretend you're not drooling, Morrigan, we all know you can't resist me. Can't really blame you though." Cassian came towards them flexing and Lyria pretended to fan herself and swoon into Mor's arms. She straightened again laughing as Cassian joined them, eyes sparkling with humour. He turned and called to the sparring pair. 

"Hey Rhys Junior, I approve of your girlfriend, she has good taste!" Casteel missed a beat in shock and narrowly missed a swipe to the chest. Cassian had a shit eating grin on and Lyria rolled her eyes playfully. 

"What did you say, Uncle Cas?" He looked at his Dad, who nodded and they both came over.

"Just that Lyria has good taste." He said innocently. 

"That wasn't what I heard-" Mor said but was quickly hushed by Cassian. 

"Don't tease him, it's young love." At that Casteel threw his sword blade first at Cassian, who step sided it with ease and caught it one handed. 

"Sloppy." He teased. 

"Oh fuck off." Casteel shot back, his tone light.

"Can we focus?" Mor asked and gestured to Lyria who saluted her.