Cassian & Nesta / Band of Exiles's Manor
Cassian & Nesta
“Are you feeling something?” Cassian asked Nesta, who was staring at the window.
She looked at him, their son sleeping om his arms, “Not this time” She said.
Good. Do you think they forgot her? He glanced at Danika sleeping in the armchair with a blanket.
Nesta returned to the window, where she saw Mor and Feyre, who had just winnowed in front of her door. You just summoned them.
Sorry. Cassian walked to his niece, with one hand he ruffled her hair until she suddenly opened her eyes. “Your mother is here” he mouthed.
The door was knocked, Danika tangled the blanket and rose up.
Nesta got close to Cassian, taking Remiel from him “That is on you.” She told him, soon dropping a kiss at Danika's brow.
The winged male opened the door, keeping he neutral stare as he saw Feyre and Mor.
“Aren’t you going to invite us in?” asked Mor, he gave them space, “Where is the baby?” she walked in.
“With his mother.” He answered.
Feyre's eyes stopped on Danika “What are you doing here?”
“I…” she gasped
“Came to help us with the baby” he completed, Feyre slowly blinked, she knew it was a lie.
“Where is Nesta?” the High Lady asked.
“With the baby” the male rubbed his hair
“I need to talk with her.” The golden brown haired female sat in the couch “It is about Elain.”
“What is about Elain?” Nesta was standing close to the stairs.
“Where is the baby?” Mor kept close to Feyre
“On my room, being watched by Danika.” The girl's gaze went to her aunt, Nesta tilted her head to the stairs, the young female walked into that direction as the blue gray eyed one walked close to the living room.
“Elain is getting worst, today she was trying to hurt herself.”
“Did you try to call a healer?”
“Yes, it didn’t work, Rhysand tried and-” she got cut off
“What he tried to do?” Nesta asked, ice flames on her eyes.
“She need you, please.” Feyre kept her stare at her older sister, waiting for her answer for a few seconds.
So? Cassian asked through the bond.
“I will go”
“Thank you.” Feyre said standing up, Mor grabbed her hand, waiting for Nesta to get closer.
“I can winnow myself.”
“If you say.” Mor told her a few seconds before vanishing.
“Watch them” she whispered to Cassian.
He got close to her, kissing her chin, hands on her shoulders, “If something happens-” Call me.
She nodded, her eyes fixed on his, he gave a few steps behind, then she winnowed.
oOo
Nesta arrived at the Sidra river estate, Elain was crying in one of the couches, the shadowsinger at her side, he glanced at the older sister.
“Where is he?” his voice neutral, hiding how worried he was.
“Who?” Nesta asked
“Her mate, he might help her.” His gazer turned to Feyre “Where is he?”
“You don’t know how-” the High Fae got cut.
“Where is he?” he said firmly, a small amount of ice rage.
Feyre's eyes narrowed: “Watch how you talk with you High Lady.” Azriel's gaze lowed.
“Where is he, Feyre?” Nesta said “You are not my High Lady, your trick won’t work on me.”
“At his manor, in the southeast of the human lands.” A lightly rage at the female's voice.
“And you didn’t brought him here…”
“He is mad, thanks to the rejected bond, or better saying, ignored- He got mad.”
Nesta's eyes on Feyre, she took a deep breath, lifting her chin “Fix it.”
“How?” Feyre gave a few steps closer to her sister.
“I don’t know, a healer.”
“It won’t work.”
“Then use your daemati claws, anything.”
Feyre looked at Nesta perplexed, “I can’t just enter on his mind and-”
“That is not what you said after your male tried to shatter your own daughter mind.”
“He lost his temper.” Her voice low and hoarsely
“After she called him hypocrite for defending the “boy” who destroyed two buildings.”
“It was an accident”
“There were families in there, you don’t care because it happened far away from here.” Nesta kept her voice's neutral volume.
Feyre stared her, still, Mor called: “Feyre.”
The High Lady didn’t look at her, she kept her gaze on Nesta, “I will try something.” She turned her back walking close to Mor.
oOoOo
Band of Exiles' Manor
Mor and Feyre arrived at Lucien's manor, the place looked abandoned, weeds all over the front garden, moss and mold covering the walls that once were a beautiful cream color, there was also a tall wall around, no gates on it.
“Why this wall?” Mor asked.
“Glamour to the outsiders” Feyre walked towards the entrance “There is a spell here” she said as she got in front of the door, a heartbeat later she glowed, using her spell-clever powers.
“Did you finished?” the blond female asked, the High Lady nodded, she opened the door, walking inside the manor, it was surprisingly clean and tidy inside, “What is it?” she referred the male voice coming from other room, its tone would varies from a high pitched to a deep hoarse, and several incomprehensible words.
“What are you doing here?” a second male voice, he appeared in the hall, he had point ears, but Mor noticed, he wasn’t a High Fae, but a Half Breed, his ears were shorter if compared to the faes'.
“Who are you?” Feyre asked, still on her feet.
“I think you can guess.”
“Are you Lucien’s son?” the High Lady looked at him, head to toe, the male's hair was red, not a crimson red as Lucien's, but a reddish-gold, his eyes russet and freckles by his skin.
“And Vassa's?” Mor added, “Where is her?”
His jaw tightened “Do you know who many time passed? How many time a human lives?”
“I am sorry” Feyre said “We are here to help him.”
“You are here to help? Now? After all this time?” he took a deep breath “I remember, when he still had some lucidity, he wrote letters to you, several times, begging for help, until the last one, when he finally got a answer, he was banned from your Court…”
“I understand that-” she got cutted
“You don’t.” his throat trembled “He saw his sanity slowly fading away from him.” His eyes were red, in rage and sadness “I remember the last time he was sane, he hugged me tightly apologizing for something that wasn’t even his fault.”
“That also wasn’t her fault” Mor said, noticing the white clothes with golden details he wore.
“I know it.” Was all he said
“What happened to Vassa and Jurian?” guilty on Feyre's eyes
“They took me when we couldn’t stay in the same place as him, they already had a good relationship before, and I was born by accident, a few years later they married.”
Mor's eyes narrowed “Did they have children?”
“Yes.”
“Where are them?” Feyre asked
“Some ran to the Continent after this disease, some died.” His voice was hoarse
“So you live here alone?” Feyre gave a step ahead.
He lifted a brow “Why so many questions?”
“I just want to-” the High Lady rubbed her cheek
“-Know who miserable he was?” Helion had just winnowed behind the young male, he touched his shoulder, bringing the russet eyed to behind him “I see you broke the spell around here, now I have to do it again, or Lucien will run around the garden” he said giving a few steps ahead “As my grandson already asked, what are you doing here?”
Helion's behavior during meetings towards the Night Court was professional, but any kind of friendship he once had with anyone in the Inner Circle was over.
“We came here to help Lucien.”
“How?”
Feyre glanced at Mor before answering: “I will take him to Elain.”
“Why? What she has? You wouldn’t come here if she had nothing” his brow was lifted “Also even if you put him close to her, his sanity won’t come back, since it passed a long time.”
“I have an idea.”
“Which is?” he lifted a brow while narrowing his eyes.
Feyre blinked slowly “I will remove his memory, starting when his madness came.”
The reddish gold haired male walked ahead, stopping close to Helion, “Will it work?” the youngest of the place asked to his grandfather.
“I don’t know.” He said low, sadness on his golden eyes
“My head is full of worms that spit fire on my eyes.” Lucien's voice echoed in the manor, followed by his scream and sounds of furniture being thrown and destroyed.
“Let them try” the young male's voice trembled
“He will forget about you.” Helion touched his grandson shoulder.
“Jesminda why?” the voice echoed, followed by loud crying sound.
“I just want his suffering to stop.” The male said.
Helion nodded at him, turning his gaze to Feyre “Do it.” His voice hoarse, hiding his sadness.