Day Court / Hewn City
Day Court
The High Lord walked towards the front garden, his hair tied in a high ponytail since the training, arms crossed as his golden amber eyes surveyed the open place, the clean blue sky, the yellow goldish flowers.
He kept in there, stood, waiting, waiting until a shadow rippled across the white floor, he turned his gaze to the male lading close to him.
“I thought you didn’t want me on your territory.” Rhysand said stretching his wings before tucking them on his back.
“I don’t, but this situation required it.” Helion left his arms loose at his sides.
“Did you call me to talk about your son? He is being well cared. We are just waiting for you to come and take him.” Rhysand said on his usual voice tone.
Helion's face didn’t change, he only blinked before saying: “That is not the reason for your invite –”
“What do you want to tell me that you couldn’t say in the letters?” Rhysand putted his hands inside the pockets of his pants.
The High Lord of the Day Court snorted, “I see the situation on your Court, Rhysand. A large part of your territory has been occupied and the underground tunnels that would connect your court to mine aren’t finished on your side.”
“You called me here to tell me about it?” his voice was slight hoarse.
“Yes, it is a matter of time until your court falls, and you know that.” Silence, the last report Helion received from his spies informed that a few Underground entrances in the West of the Night Court had been discovered by the enemies and invaded, “You should finish at least one tunnel, then your people will have where to run when needed.”
“Interesting how you stick your nose on my Court's business, but refuse to do anything in the Autumn.” Rhysand said without thinking, voice arrogant, dragging a hand through his dark hair, a childish try to change the subject, as he thought himself after saying it.
“My apologizes for carrying about the innocent people living on your court, for showing them the mercy you never had, except for one place in specific.” Helion ignored the last part of Rhysand's sentence.
“You didn’t showed mercy to your lover as you left her to stay living with her husband –” he got cut, watching the temper from the male in front of him lit, Rhysand had touched right on his wound.
“Would you suggest me to do what, exactly? Broke into Autumn’s lands, take their Lady and start a internal war in Prythian for personal selfish reasons? How many innocent lives would be mowed? How many homes would be destroyed? How many children would lost their parents?” the light on his eyes and hair were slightly red, indicating the rage Helion felt, the rage of something he thought about doing several times, but the consequences always prevented him from doing it, the lives that would be lost, he would never be able to forgive himself, his lover wouldn’t be able to look at him.
Rhysand remained in silence, his brows frowned, Helion took a deep breath, controlling his temper, then crossed his arms.
The blue-black haired male opened his mouth, as if choosing his words before saying: “I will see the reason for the delay in the construction,” he said already moving his wings, didn’t wanted to stay there more even if those where mere seconds, “Thank you, for the suggest.” It came out as a whisper, which was said before he shot into the sky.
Hellion blinked slowly, shaking his head as he walked back to the his Palace, his arms tight against his body, through the already open door he was able to see Jomei stepping on his direction.
“What is it?” the High Lord asked as he saw the envelope in red shades.
“See by yourself.” He gave the envelope to the other male, who instantly opened, taking the letter and read, once, twice, he tucked the paper as he started to walk, “Where are you going?” silence, “It might be a bait.”
“I am going alone.” it was all Helion said as he went to the corridor.
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Hewn City
Feyre glanced at the veranda's glass door, at the afternoon sky, staring at the floor, were glittering dust laid last night. She had saw everything that happened, she was watching Lucien through his own eyes, said to herself it was only to see if everything was right to him.
She started to walk towards the corridor, going to check the red haired, she wouldn’t look into his mind for a few days straight for being afraid that he would some how notice anything, her mate has been securing that the russet and golden eyed male wouldn’t be bringing his doubts out of his mind, she have been securing it as well.
The High Lady touched in the library’s knob, slowly opening the door, she made a wall of air shield in front of her, to make sure that her steps wouldn’t be listened.
She walked to the place where Lucien use to spend time – when he is not at the Mystery section – in the couches and armchairs between the entertainment and search sections, she saw his red crimson hair, he was right there, sat in a armchair, his legs over the seat, knees close to his chest and inclined to the left, shoulders loose, Elain was sat at the armchair on his right side, both of them talking, laughing, Lucien's skin had a slight glow, his hair seemed brighter.
There was a trolley closer to Elain, the brown eyed female took the tray with cupcakes and a few snacks on it, she putted it in the coffee table in front of them, the male lugged it to the left, which gave space to the second tray, with mugs, coffee pot, teapot and tea sachets that the female placed in there.
“I asked the cooker to make a few cupcakes with chocolate filling and vanilla cream for you,” a pause, Elain took a cupcake with pink cream and a piece of strawberry in the top, “I saw that every time something on those flavors appears in the breakfast you take extra portions.”
“I should be more discrete, then.” He said humorously, the female let escape a low chuckle, he crossed his legs in the seat, leaning forward and taking a cupcake with white cream on it, “Cheers?” he held up his cupcake, Elain did the same.
“Cheers.” She said, with a light smile, they clinked their cupcakes before taking a bite.
“You have a white mustache.” She said laughing after swallowing.
The red haired male look at her, swallowed and said, “You have a pink one.” They both laughed while staring at each other.
Elain straighten her arm towards the trolley, to the small basket with napkins, where she took one of them, the first she used to clean above her lips.
Lucien got still as he watched Elain take a second napkin and straighten her hand at his direction, she cleaned the cream on his skin between his nose and lips.
“Thank you.” his voice came out soft and low, his cheeks slightly blushed as he smiled.
Feyre stayed in there, watching them both chatting and laughing with each other, she was so focused that she didn’t notice someone else approaching.
“Wasting magic to snoop?” Amren said right behind Feyre.
“I am not snooping.” Her eyes ran to the female with red lips.
“Are you not?” the dark haired used the index finger to tap the air shield.
“It is not snooping. I am watching them.” Her gaze was back on Lucien and her sister.
“For?”
“Why are you so interested?”
“It bothers me that most of the times I come here to take something at the search section, there is a air shield stopping me from doing it.” Amren said harsh.
“Just come back here later.” Feyre said staring at the two High Faes in the armchairs.
The red lips clicked her tongue, “Do you know that the fate will run in their favor at some point?”
The blue gray eyes slowly found the silver colored's, “What do you mean?”
“He will find out the truth at some point, so does she. The reason for they not seeing each other in the last decades.” Amren said, Feyre only shook her head, “The truth you are hiding from your so called 'friend', and the informations that you, your mate, and Azriel omitted from her…” a long pause.
“Mind your own businesses.” She said bitterly, her eyes finding Lucien and Elain.
“As the opposite thing you are doing right now?” the red lips female crossed her arms before walking away.
Feyre snorted, watching the two High Faes for a couple of minutes, they were having amusement, enjoying each other's companion, the slight glow on Lucien's skin and hair seemed to become brighter as the time passed, Elain would notice it for sure, but Rhysand and Feyre had made sure that the act of questioning it would pass by Lucien's thoughts unseen, and her sister would be too polite to ask about anything related, or at least would take a longer time for her to do it.
Elain's eyes had light, her laughs were genuine as Lucien's, but Feyre decided that it was her time to intervene, they had fun enough for today, they talked enough for today, her sister had another male, and Lucien was there to make sure that her sister’s visions don’t be out of control as before, Feyre said to herself, suppressing the memory of what all those years being far away from his mate brought to Lucien, to his son…
“Elain,” she said after removing the shield, “Have you saw what we will have for dinner?” she walked closer to them, the glow on Lucien's skin faded, her gaze ran to the male, “Why don’t you come with us?” she asked putting a hand on his shoulder.