![]() “He doesn’t really want us to come to dinner at the Spring Court.” The room was deathly quiet as she spoke. Without saying anything, she brushed a hand over it, stopping in the middle to absentmindedly tap her finger over some unknown city that she wasn’t really registering. She approached the desk and looked down at the map. Still he did not speak.įeyre sighed and walked towards him. Rhys’ nostrils were flared, and a quiet, lethal calm radiated over his body. Cassian bit his lips together and looked at the floor, at the bookshelf, at anything other than his High Lord or Lady. Rhys’ eyes flashed at the suggestion, and darkness flared in the corner of the room. “You don’t need to leave, Cassian,” she said again, a little harsher this time. As if he could feel the tension, too, Cassian gave Rhys a small nod of farewell and made to move again towards the door. Still, he said nothing, keenly aware of Cassian’s presence at his side. Rhys’ jaw tightened, and his stomach bottomed out. And at the beat of silence that followed, she added, “alone.” ![]() “I’ll be going to the Spring Court to meet with Tamlin,” she told her mate. Indeed, it wasn’t, but something in Rhys’ chest tightened, and he could tell that he probably wasn’t going to like whatever it was she was about to convey. But Feyre stopped him with a look it was soft, but commanding. His eyes darted between the two of them, and he made to move out of the room. Cassian, on the other hand, shifted awkwardly on his feet. I have made my decision, everything about her seemed to say. ![]() Rhys registered the words she did not speak, the words she didn’t have to speak because they were so evident from her demeanor. Regardless of what she was-or wasn’t-wearing.įeyre smiled at him softly-at both of them, and clasped her hands in front of her. She was radiant today, in a simple gown of pale blue. He turned in time to see her gently pushing the study doors open. They stood in silence for a moment, looking at the illustration of the snowy pass on the map, before the wind shifted in the room and Feyre’s pear and lilac scent swirled around Rhys’ head. “I don’t like waiting around to find out.” He pushed off the desk and crossed his arms. “Does Azriel know of the area? Have his spies reported anything of note to be located there?” And I can’t for the life of me understand what they’d find there that would be of any interest to Koschei. ![]() But they haven’t yet discovered the purpose to that mission. “He sent scouts here, from what Lucien tells me. Cassian pointed to a mountain pass winding up the far left of the continent. It was no small feat on his part, to yield that protective watch to his brother for the day, so that he could be here and fully invested in what Rhys needed from him. At Rhys’ raised eyebrows, Cassian reluctantly added that Azriel was overseeing her presence there. But, she didn’t Cassian came alone this time, informing him that Nesta was training with Gwyn. He’d called the General to him-reluctantly-and expected Nesta to come in tow. Rhys knew he was only here out of obligation. Cassian stood beside him, a hand lazily resting on the hilt of his sheathed sword. Rhys leaned over the map of the continent that was sprawled across his desk. Part 1 of Post-ACOSF Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 26652 Chapters: 7/7 Comments: 56 Kudos: 100 Bookmarks: 19 Hits: 2789 Post-Book 3.5: A Court of Frost and Starlight. ![]()
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