Illyrian Camp / Winter Court / Autumn Court
Illyrian Camp
Amren winnowed to the inside of Cassian and Nesta's house.
“What are you doing here?” Cassian asked in a low voice as his son was sleeping.
“I came to see the baby.” She glanced at Remiel, and then to Danika, who was lost in the book she read.
“Nesta haven’t said if you could come or not.”
His gaze lowed to Remiel, who had just wake up but didn’t cry.
“Were you snooping?” she walked close to him.
“No,” he rose up “She let the bond open, and closed when Elain had to go to the bathroom.”
Amren clicked her tongue, “She was going to answer me, but Rhysand arrived.” She gave a step closer.
“Then you came here before she had the opportunity to answer.” He gave a step behind.
“Yes.” She walked fast, taking the baby from his arms in a heartbeat, “Hi, Remiel.” Her red lips curved in a light smile.
Cassian kept close to her, his face nervous.
“Can you please, tell to your father to calm down?” Amren eyes surveyed the baby, “He really got your eyes.” She sat in the couch “And your face shape.” The baby was flapping his small wings “But the nose is hers, and hands” she said when Remiel grabbed her finger “I can’t tell much about the mouth, I am more inclined to say it looks like yours.” She glanced at Danika, who was looking at her in the moment. “What do you think?” she asked at the girl.
She opened her mouth to answer, but Cassian putted himself in front of Amren “I think he needs to get feed.” He said trying to take the baby.
But Amren stood up, pacing around the living room, “He is not hungry.” Cassian was following her. “Let me hold him for awhile, it is not like I am going to eat your baby.” She looked at him, “Kailu would cry all the time when Feyre wasn’t close, and Danika would only let me hold her while playing with Azriel's shadow animals.” She caressed the baby’s hair, then looked at the girl, and at Cassian, who was right on her side with the eyes fixed on Remiel, the baby sneezed. Amren lifted a brow, she was going to say something when a earthquake followed by screams took their attention.
“What is that?” Danika rose up, leaving the book in the armchair.
Cassian opened 1 centimeter of the curtain, “Shit.” He ran to the upstairs, in less than a minute he was back wearing his armor, the warrior walked towards the door, before opening it, his gaze fell on his son.
“I will protect him, and I already putted a shield around the house.” The red lips female said, holding the baby tightly.
The male nodded, he couldn’t hid the worry on his face “Don’t leave her side.” He said to the girl, who nodded at him.
Amren turned her gaze to Danika after Cassian left the house, “Why do you don’t go to my apartment anymore?”
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Winter Court
Kallias heard the bell chimes, indication of a surprise attack, he had to leave his manor fast, barely had time to share a word with his wife or son. He shielded the manor by the outside, going to his soldiers mounted in a impeccable white horse, he wouldn’t winnow, needed to save magic for later.
His hand at the sword hilt, he had slaughtered a few soldiers of the unknown arm, blood splashed at his white armor and horse, the sun light made the blood tears look like bright small rubies, his army wasn’t so small if compared to the enemies, and for luck they seemed to be not properly trained.
An explosion sound, a entire village was on fire, sounds of glass cracking and more explosion, screams of innocents. The High Lord ordered a few soldiers to save any citizen who had been able to escape from the fire, while he and his army were being lucky to pull away the enemies, but the looses he was having, - as the enemies had a better equipment - would impact in a near next battle.
The blood in the snow, most came from the unknown soldiers, dyed the white ground, the enemies retreated, some injured in the front lines had killed themselves in order to not get caught, using a wood ash knife in the heart, some archers buried arrows made by the same material in their own eyes until it got in the brain.
The battle continued until the remain soldiers disappeared, leaving a red smoke on where they were. The High Lord looked around, even the death soldiers had disappeared.
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Autumn Court
The Lady was in the middle of the palace, she didn’t know how much time had passed since the attack started. She had been close to the window, until one arrow almost got her, she wasn’t sure if the shield was weak or if there was something different in the arrow.
She had inspected the object, looked a regular wood ash, with a metal point, nothing in special.
A new explosion, stronger than the last one, the palace trembled, she could hear screams coming from the servants in the downstairs, screams that suddenly stopped, leaving only sounds of steps coming.
She had no choice when she saw a few enemies soldiers emerging from the hall, the female shot flames on them, her power was weaker than it was supposed to.
After a few soldiers had fallen, she got time enough to ran to the next floor, more screams and sounds of sword fight, when it vanished she stayed still, looking at the stairs, a red haired male emerged, her second son.
“Mother, are you hurt?” he asked walking close to her, she only shook her head “Good,” he looked at her head to toe, searching for any kind of injury “We are almost done with the enemies.” He said putting himself in front of her, waiting for anyone to come from the stairs.
“Have you noticed something different about your magic?” She knew he had came by himself, and Beron would probably punish him for leaving the battle.
“Yes.”
“Are you hurt?”
He didn’t answered, eyes on the stairs, still as a rock, he kept like this for a few minutes, until another red haired male emerged, older brother, Eris.
“It is over” was all he said, the younger male seemed to relax, the Lady walked close to Eris, her eyes fixed on his bleed arm, “It was just a scratch.”
She shook her head, grabbed both of her sons by the sleeves, leaving them in the closest couch, where she started to heal her son's arm, which took more time than supposed to, when it was done, there was a thin scratch on his skin, she couldn’t remove it, she tried until her son nodded in a thanks, she kissed both of her sons' foreheads.
“He will say you are coddling us.” The second said.
“Your brother was hurt, and you saved me.” Her voice soft, she gave then a lightly smile while rubbed her thumbs on their cheeks. “Go. Before he call for you both.” Her smile vanished, turning her lips into a thin line.
Her second son nodded, walking to the stairs, Eris waited until his brother was out, grabbing his mother’s right hand, her sleeve was slightly up, revealing a old bruise on her arm. He remembered, the times his father didn’t noticed he was close, the times he caught him hitting her in front him when he was young, as he grew older, Eris never caught his father doing it again, it has been a really long time since she got any new bruise.
“When?” he asked holding up her hand, looking at the bruise closer.
She retrained her arm back to her, straightening her sleeve, she looked at her son's eyes, pain. Beyond him, only her second son had seem her being hit, the others were closer to Beron, he had made sure to not let her spent a long time with them, except for Lucien, poor Lucien.
“Mother?” he called her as she didn’t answer.
The Lady shook her head, “Don’t…” her throat trembled, Eris hugged her, she putted her arms around him.