The next morning Azriel is gone, but I find a pair of wool socks with an emerald ribbon sitting on the bench at the end of my bed. I smile and slip them on, humming at their warmth before tying my hair up with the emerald ribbon. "Cozy feet; priceless." I send the words over the bond along with the image of my feet encased in warmth. I get a soft rumble in return and I smirk before heading downstairs for breakfast. I find Feyre in the foyer waiting for Rhys to get back from leaving Lucien on the continent along with Nesta in the dining room. After piling a plate full of delicacies, I settle beside Feyre since Nesta's body language screams 'leave me alone' even more than normal.
"Rhys says that you're coming to the meeting of the High Lords with us." She says softly while stealing a pastry off my pile. I nod slowly since I don't know what she thinks of it yet. "I'm glad to have you with us. We can use all the allies we can get." She sighs. My shoulders lax slightly and my wings ruffle with the movement. I almost don't have to think about them now. It's second nature to move with them, to hold their weight.
"Has Rhys decided what purpose I'm supposed to serve in his court?" I ask and she sighs.
"Yes, but I'll let him tell you. The decision won't be...popular with everyone." Her face is pensive and it's clear that they've already talked this through.
"Something to look forward to, then." I return and she smiles while swiping another pastry off the pile as I do the same.
"Thank you, by the way." She murmurs and I look to her bright blue-grey eyes so much like her sisters. "For protecting Nesta and me." My head shakes.
"You don't need to thank me," I tell her evenly. "If I'm going to be here, be a part of this, then we never need to thank each other for things like that. It's a given." She considers me for a few moments, then she nods.
"What Rhys did to them, I hope you know it wasn't only for me. It wasn't only for this city." Her voice is soft now and my lips turn up at the sentiment. I nod.
"I know," I answer just as dark wind swirls into the foyer and Feyre hops up to slide into Rhys' arms.
"Did everything go well?" She asks while breathing him in. The way they move together is something else. Like two dancers, perfectly in sync with every step or sway.
"As well as can be expected. He's now on the continent, heading eastward." The he will be Lucien, the red-haired male that I'd rarely seen speak, much less spoken to myself. "How's our new seer holding up?" Rhys asks and I shake my head when I see the ire flash through Nesta's eyes.
"Don't call her that." She hisses, but then her attention is wholly on the book in front of her. I look at my pile of goodies to pick another while Rhys and Feyre have a moment, but my head snaps up when Amren bursts through the door.
"What." Rhys is first and I can feel my shadows whispering as they burst to life around me. Amren's silver eyes shine bright with rage like a cold fire.
"Hybern has attacked the Summer Court. They lay siege to Adriata as we speak." Shock ripples through the room before everyone is moving. Rhys sends for Cassian, Azriel, and Mor who arrive in minutes.
"Has Tarquin called for aid?" Cassian asks instantly and Amren's jaw tightens.
"I don't know. I got the message, and—nothing else." She answers and Cassian turns to Rhys, becoming the general that he so often hides behind playful banter.
"Did the Summer Court have a mobile fighting force when you were there?"
"No, his armada was scattered along the coast." He looks to Azriel while I draw a little closer to the shadowsinger. Blame is written across his face and I can feel guilt on his side of the bond at missing this. He shifts towards me before answering Rhys in a flat tone.
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Shadowsinger
Fanfiction"Perhaps this is death and it's playing a game with me. Maybe that's all death is, reliving the moment it took those that you most loved." Kaira's life ends with her family in the cold snow on the edge of the wall dividing fae and human lands. She's...
