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“I’m-What?” Nesta asked her eyes widening slightly Madaja’s hand still laid on her stomach as she looked over to where Feyre sat with a two-year-old Nyx in her arms fidgeting at the thought of sitting still.

Feyre and her had been training with Nyx being watched by Elain who had been showing him the House of Wind and the renovations Nesta had been making to it before Nesta had passed out and Feyre had called Madaja. Nesta had just believed that she had exhausted herself during training and not had enough water, but she was far off from the truth.

“You’re pregnant. Six weeks to be exact. “

“I-I don’t understand. I’ve been drinking my tea consistently. How can I be pregnant?”

“Contraceptives aren’t always a hundred percent effective and with the mating bond firmly in place-“ Madaja trailed off. She didn’t need to.

Nesta laid her head back down on the pillow as Madaja continued.

“Did you want to hear the baby’s heartbeat?” She asked before Feyre interrupted.

“Madaja, do you mind if I had a moment with my sister alone?” She asked.

“Of course, my lady.” She answered leaving the room as Nesta laid her hand atop of her stomach.

A baby. Her baby. Cassian’s baby. Their baby. Tears prickled at the edges of Nesta’s eyes as Feyre took her other hand.

“How are you feeling?” Feyre asked proceeding with caution. Sitting beside Nesta on the bed, Nyx outstretching his arms towards Nesta. Nesta sat up gathering Nyx in her arms and holding onto him tight.

“Terrified. Elated. A million other things. I-I have no idea how I’m going to tell Cassian. I don’t even know how he’s going to react when he finds out. We weren’t planning on having children for a while.”

“Well, nothing ever really goes to plan for us, does it?”

A smile crossed Nyx’s face as Nesta held onto him.

“No” Nesta smiled. “It doesn’t.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m happy for you. Both of you.”

“Thank you.” Nesta smiled, gratefulness filling her heart. “You don’t know how much that means to me.”

Feyre threw her arms around Nesta pulling her into a hug with Nyx between them. Giving Nyx back to his mother, Nesta placed her hand over her stomach feeling what Feyre must have felt not too long ago. She had barely found out about her child not too long ago, but she already felt such overwhelming feelings for her child. Her love for anyone else could not compare. Not even her love for the father of her child. That’s when an idea came to her.

“Can I ask you for two favors?” Nesta asked Feyre.

“Of course.”

“Will you stay with me? To hear the baby’s heartbeat for the first time?”

“I’d be honored. What’s the second favor?”

“I know how I want to tell Cassian, but I may need your help figuring out how to do it.”

Feyre grabbed Nesta’s hand and squeezed.

“Whatever it is, there’s no doubt that we could figure it out together.”

Nesta smiled glad that her sister was there.

Cassian stepped into the foyer of the house glad to finally be home after a week of being away from his mate. He couldn’t wait to spend every spare moment he could making up for their lost time as he stepped into the kitchen, Nesta was by the stove. Her hair down in loose curls seeming perfectly content and relaxed.

“Good morning, Sweetheart.” He whispered in her ear wrapping his arms around her waist and placing his lips on her neck about to inhale her scent as she whirled around surprise filling her features.

“You’re back.” She smiled. It was one of the most beautiful sights in the world.

“I couldn’t stay away.” He smiled back closing the distance between their mouths and kissing her. His lover. His mate.

“I have something for you.” She said abruptly catching him by surprise as she moved to where a small package laid on the table. He hadn’t seen it when he had arrived.

“I thought you weren’t much a gift giver.” Cassian stated as Nesta put the package in his hands.

“Usually I’m not, but this one was so perfect that I couldn’t resist.” She smiled. “Go ahead and open it.”

Smiling, Cassian carefully unwrapped the paper and laughed slightly at what was in the box pulling out the symphonia he had given her two solstice’s ago.

“Regifting?” he teased as Nesta clasped his hands with her own.

“I may have added something to it. Go ahead and play it.” She stated. Anticipation filling her features.

“So eager.” He answered a kiss to her cheek as he played the symphonia and was caught by surprise when music didn’t play back for him. A chuckle escaping his lips.

“You found a way to put your heartbeat in the symphonia. I’m impressed.” He smiled about to kiss her before she grabbed his hand and rested it over her stomach.

“No. Not my heartbeat.” She whispered, realization hitting him at the impact of her words.

“Nesta-Are you-“ He started not sure how to say the words. All kinds of emotions filling him. At his wife, his mate standing before him telling him this life changing news.

“I am.” She smiled placing her hand atop of his. “I know it happened before we planned it to but I-“

Before she could say more, Cassian kissed her. Saying what words couldn’t convey. The sound of their baby’s heartbeat filling their ears. A beautiful melody.

She pulled away breathless. “Are you happy?” she asked. Their hands still on her stomach.

“I’ve never been happier. “ he answered kissing his mate again, ready to start their next journey together.

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The remnants of dawn broke through the windows as Nesta laid peacefully on her back as Cassian’s fingertips gently brushed against her abdomen, eyes still transfixed and mesmerized by the life they had created together.

She knew she wasn’t far along, knew that she wasn’t showing yet and she couldn’t feel anything yet, not even a trace of morning sickness plagued her. Had it not been for her passing out during training, she wouldn’t have been aware of her pregnancy at all. But she found herself looking forward to it. Looking forward to every milestone, every moment she got to experience this. And she knew Cassian felt the same, but she also couldn’t help some doubts that plagued her. They would have to cross that bridge when they came to it too. But first there was something else they needed to take care of.

Turning on her side carefully to look into the depths of his hazel eyes, Nesta took a couple of seconds to gaze upon him. This male who had saved her in more ways than one. And she him. She wished they could keep this a secret for as long as possible. Be contained in their blissful bubble of martial bliss, but she knew one way, or another the remainder of their family would find out. If not by her scent alone. Damn heightened fae senses.

“We need to them about the baby. Well besides Feyre and Elain. They already know. I figured you should be the one to tell Azriel and Rhysand about the baby. Before my sister does.” Nesta smiled splaying her fingers across her womb. A fierce protectiveness crossing Cassian’s face. Knowing that no matter how many dark thoughts plagued her mind about the pregnancy, his matched.

“Do you want them to know?” Cassian asked his hand laying atop of hers interlacing their fingers.

“They’ll find out sooner or later, besides, I wouldn’t ask you to keep such a huge secret from them and as soon as I walk in that door again, they’ll be able to scent it on me. “

“We could ask Feyre about the impenetrable shield. Mask your scent until you feel comfortable enough to tell them.”

Worry creased her brow as she stroked Cassian’s face.

“Is there some other reason you don’t want Rhysand and Azriel to know?” she asked unsure about his answer.

“It’s not the fact that I don’t want them to know. It’s just that, I just found out yesterday that my mate is pregnant, and I know it may be selfish. I know that eventually we’ll have to tell people but- I want it to be just us three right now. I want to lay here with you and just bask in the fact that we’re having a baby. Feyre and Elain already got to share one of the first experiences with you, because I wasn’t around when you found out. That I didn’t get to see the look on your face when you found out that you were carrying our child. I just wish I would have saw it. “He stated regret filling his voice.

She smiled placing his hand on top of her abdomen again, feeling the warmth from his fingers.

“I’m six weeks.” She started. “Nyx and Feyre were in the room with me when I found out. I felt so many emotions. I was surprised at first, anxious because I don’t know the first thing about being a mom, but then I felt this all-consuming love. One that I’ve never felt before. And when I heard our baby for the first time, I had never heard a sound so beautiful. It was as if nothing and no one existed in the world besides me and our child. Madaja wanted me to come back with you later in the week to go over the dos and don’ts of this pregnancy. It won’t be easy. There will be moments of doubt, moments of fear that we can’t shake no matter how hard we try, but we’ll have each other to get us through. We’ll have each other to remind ourselves that it’s not just about us anymore. That this baby is our top priority, but we can get away for the week. Just you and me. Go away somewhere private until our visit with Madaja. Feyre and Elain won’t say anything, I’ve already told them to keep it a secret until we’re ready to tell everyone. So, whenever you’re ready to tell them. We’ll tell them together.” Nesta promised gently squeezing his hand, he brought it up to his mouth and kissed it tenderly.

“One more day.” He announced and she nodded moving her body closer to his. Encasing herself in his warmth as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

“One more day.” She promised as they stayed their locked in each other’s embrace.

His mate had fallen asleep in his arms as he stroked her hair contemplating what he had ever done to deserve all this in his life. He knew it was a foolish thought. Knew it was just his demons coming out to play, but as his mate slept peacefully in his arms, their child growing inside of her, he couldn’t help that bit of doubt that he wouldn’t be enough for them. That he never would be enough in general. It was something he still worked on, even after 500 years of life, but he also knew that Nesta had been correct that this wasn’t about them anymore. That this was about Their son or daughter. The life they were now responsible for. He found himself reaching towards her abdomen touching it lightly and uttering the words.

“I promise that I’ll do my best to make sure that no harm ever comes to you. That you don’t spend a moment thinking that you are unloved or unwanted. I will make sure this world is a better place for you and your mother. And I’ll do my best to protect all of us from whatever may come next. I promise.” He vowed a silent tear slipping down his cheek at that promise. A promise he would fight like hell to keep as he pulled his mate closer feeling like there was no one else in this world besides them as he let himself sleep, dreaming about what the future would hold.

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Two Weeks Later

“Mind if I join you?” Cassian asked sitting on the edge of the tub as she popped open one eye smiling up at her mate.

It had been two weeks since Cassian had told Rhysand that the two of them were going up to Cassian’s cabin in the mountains for a second honeymoon. Two weeks away from prying eyes and the hustle and bustle of the city so she could adjust to her pregnancy symptoms. All manageable except the gods damned morning sickness that had finally started earlier last week.

“Always.” She smiled as her eyes landed on the two books that were laying in his lap. “What are you reading?”

“I may have asked Feyre for a few books on fae pregnancy, I-I wanted to be prepared. I don’t want you to go through any of this alone. I want to be able to understand everything I can, and I figured this would be a good start as any.” He admitted as a smiled crossed over his face.

“We’ll be able to find out more when we get back. Madaja is coming to the house when we get back this afternoon and the around eight everyone will be over for our first annual family dinner at the House of Wind.” She smiled, running her fingers down her stomach. She wasn’t showing yet, that would take a couple more weeks, but she still couldn’t help herself.

During the nights, her and Cassian discussed plans to transform one of their rooms into a nursery all while discussing how to baby proof the house. She guessed the house would be more than willing to oblige, it had done the same when Nyx would spend the night with them. Always willing to cater to Nyx’s every whim. She wondered what the house would do when their baby arrived.

Stripping himself of his clothes, Cassian climbed into the tub behind her pulling her to him and resting his hand across her belly as she leaned her head back against him. A sense of content filling her even though she knew that this would be their final moment of peace before they had to return to their normal life. She wanted to hold onto it for a bit longer.

“Our baby is the size of a raspberry according to those books.” She found herself saying. She had already read them twice. “But I found nothing in their about when they’ll develop their wings.”

“If they do.” He stated tracing circles over her stomach.

“If?” she asked, her eyebrows bunching up.

“Since the baby is only half Illyrian, they may or may not develop wings. We won’t know until at least the second trimester.”

“Would you-Would you mind if they didn’t?” She asked.

His hand stopped mid-stroke as he pulled her closer.

“I wouldn’t mind either way. In all my years of existence I thought I would never get to where I’m at today. Whether our child has more Illyrian or high fae features makes no difference to me. Wings or no wings, I’ll always feel like our child is perfect just the way they are. And if anyone has a problem, well they can come say it to my face.” He grinned, her heart soaring at the sight. The weight of his words.
“Have I told you how much I love you?” She smiled as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her mouth.

“As much as I love you.” He smiled pressing another kiss to her mouth. She wished that they could always stay in this blissful moment. “Have you washed your hair yet?”

“No.” She breathed interlocking their fingers.

Reaching over to where the shampoo and conditioner was Cassian squeezed a dollop in his hands and smiled. “May I?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She interjected as he rubbed his palms together.

“I want to, it’s the least I can do for my pregnant mate who has to deal with carrying my child for a whole ten months.” He smiled.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“I’m not the one who has to go through the morning sickness and grow a child inside me. I can do things for you to remind you how much I appreciate you.” He reminded her as she leaned back into him.

“Then by all means, mate, go ahead.”

Working his hands in her hair, Nesta let herself relax as Cassian worked on her hair careful to get every strand and gently massaged her scalp even going as far as to massage other places of her body until it was time for her to rinse.

“Thank you.” She grinned leaning in for a kiss, his hand cupping her cheek.

“You’re welcome.” He stated as she rinsed her hair.

When she was finished, she grabbed a dollop of shampoo and conditioner as well, his eyes going to it.

“Did I miss something?”

“No. Now it’s your turn.” She proclaimed, a smile crossing his lips as she leaned over to kiss him and take care of her mate.

Once they were fully clean and satisfied, Nesta and Cassian packed up the few belongings they had brought up to the cabin as Cassian tucked Nesta into him tight bounding up to the sky, careful not to trigger her morning sickness as Nesta took in the afternoon sky feeling the wind on her face. Happy to be in the arms of the man she loved. He gently landed still caring her in his arms to make sure she had settled as he carried her over the threshold of the house gently setting her on the couch.

“How are you feeling?” he asked leaning down beside her.

“I’m doing fine.” She smiled propping herself up so she could see him better.

“You should at least rest until Madaja gets here. I wouldn’t want you to overexert yourself. “

“We have a lot to do before everyone gets here Cass, I-“

“Nesta please.” He interrupted a plea in his words as she grabbed his hand.

“Tell me what’s wrong. Why are you so worried?”

“Part of it is the natural reaction to a mated male having a pregnant mate, but the pregnancy has also heightened my senses as well, not just to protect you, but to protect-“

“The baby as well.” She finished and he nodded.

“I still haven’t found a sense of balance for this yet.” He admitted.

“We can ask Gwyn when she gets here about some mind settling exercises for this. Surely there must be something about the subject in the library. “

“Maybe It’ll help.”

“Maybe when you talk to Rhysand about it, he can help.”

“Rhysand would be the last person I ask for advice on how to be less overprotective.” Cassian teased his hand placed firmly on her stomach once more.

“Then maybe Madaja has some advice. Who knows maybe some of your fears will settle when you hear our child’s heartbeat for the first time?” She suggested.

“Well, I have been listening to it ever since you gave me the Symphonia.”

“That is true, but you may feel differently when you hear it in person.” She reminded him squeezing his hand gently as he caressed her fingers with his kiss.

“Maybe.” He smiled getting up. “Rest Ness. I’ll wake you when Madaja gets here.”

Nodding, Nesta rested her head against the pillow letting herself drift into a peaceful sleep knowing she was safe and at peace in her own home.

“How is our mother to be doing this afternoon?” Madaja asked coming into the room that Nesta and Cassian had made their bedroom, Nesta now propped firmly on the bed with Cassian by her side.

Vigilant as always. Assessing every corner of the room to make sure no harm would come to Nesta or the child even if it were just Madaja. Nesta squeezed his hand reassuringly before continuing.

“I’m hanging in there. The morning sickness finally started last week, and my breast are getting a little more tender.”

“Well, that’s to be expected. Your body will go through a lot of changes to accommodate your child. Ginger should help with the sickness and crackers as well. Make sure you always have something handy. Morning sickness can strike no matter what time of day. Best to be prepared. We’ll just be running a few test today to check the babies progress and see how they’re progressing. Your mate might want to step outside while I draw blood though and ‘m going to need a urine sample as well for other test. “Nesta nodded looking at Cassian as he squeezed her hand and went outside knowing that this part he would have to stay outside for.

If he couldn’t stand the sight of Nesta bleeding before their bond had snapped into place than he wouldn’t be able to now. He would have to find a way to control it. Make it through the process of labor where he would have to see his mate in pain. Would have to find some way to bear it.

A short while later, Madaja called him back in the room explaining to Nesta that it would take a week or two to run the test, but to not worry as she turned to Cassian and smiled.

“Now for the best part. Would you like to see your baby?” Madaja smiled.

“See?” Cassian asked looking at Nesta who was glowing.

“I told you it was different in person.” Nesta smiled grabbing Madaja’s hand while extending her other to Cassian. Madaja’s hand firmly placed on where their baby grew. “This is my favorite part.”

Grabbing Nesta’s hand, Cassian knelt beside her looking at Madaja. “Close your eyes and open the bond between you.” Madaja instructed.

Cassian closed his eyes, opening his side of the bond between him and his mate, feeling her warmth and joy and laughter. The gold light that had always radiated between them. And something else, a different light filling their bond. A mix between his essence and Nesta’s. Their child. This beautiful life they created between them. Filling Cassian with a joy he never knew existed as an image finally took hold. The baby was small, barely starting to take form within his wife, within his mate, but they were there. As tears spilled from his eyes and Their heartbeat filled his ears. Nesta was right. It was different in person, better than he could have imagined, and when he opened his eyes at last, he found that his mate was crying too.

He leaned his forehead against hers, letting their tears of joy mix as he leaned in and kissed her, soft and deep, never wanting to let her go as he pulled his mate into his embrace placing his forehead against hers as they smiled. Joy and laughter saying what words could not as one of his hands landed on her stomach.

“I’ll see you guys again at twelve weeks. I left Nesta with some papers on what she should do until then. But for right now, I’ll leave you two alone to enjoy this moment. Congratulations you two.” Madaja smiled exiting the room as the world faded away and it was only them and their child between them.

Cassian didn’t know how long Nesta and him lay there, their hands on Nesta’s abdomen as the memory of their child’s heartbeat and the image flooded over him.

“That was incredible.” Cassian whispered to her, kissing her forehead, and stroking her hair.

“I don’t think, I’ll ever get used to it.” She whispered back snuggling closer to him. Wanting to feel closer to him. “It’ll always amaze me no matter how many times I see our baby or hear their heartbeat. I can’t imagine the emotions I’ll feel when I feel when I finally start showing or feel them move… or kick.. or when we finally figure out if we’re having a boy or girl… it wouldn’t matter to me as long as they’re happy and healthy, but I will admit settling on a name will be one of those moments that will feel…”

“Amazing.”

“Exactly. Although I firmly believe will be tossing around ideas until we see our child’s face for the first time.” She proclaimed his fingers running over her stomach gently. As if mesmerizing the same thing he was.

“When you see them when you dream about our baby. What do you see?” He found himself asking.

“Sometimes I dream of us having a boy, sometimes a girl. Sometimes it ends up being twins.” She smiled as he chuckled.

“Twins. Really?”

“You never know.” She smiled. “But I can imagine they’ll come out looking like you. It always seems to end up that way. But maybe, just maybe they’ll have my eyes. Who knows maybe they’ll end up having hazel eyes that change between your color and mine? I heard that can happen sometimes.: she shrugged. “However, they turn out, it won’t matter. They’ll be perfect either way.”

“That they will.” He smiled pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“We should really get started in prepping for our family coming. No matter how much I love this.” She smiled pulling away from him.

“What do you think we should make?”

“This may sound silly, but I feel like doing something unexpected. “She mused.

“And what would that be?” he asked as a mischievous smile crossed her face making him wonder what he had gotten himself into.

Her laughter filled the air as Cassian pulled her close closing the distance between their lips, deepening his kiss as she leaned against the counter knowing that no matter how many years passed, he would never get enough of her.

Pulling away slightly before he lost all sense of control, Cassian whipped the muffin batter that had fallen on her cheek and placed his thumb in his mouth savoring the taste.

“Delicious.” He replied heat passing through his gaze as her cheeks flushed with color.

“Maybe later I’ll let you get a taste.” She teased as he kissed her once more.

“I’d like that.” He growled pulling away before he said fuck all to everything and took her right there, right now.

Before she said anything further, a knock sounded on the door startling her as she looked at the clock.

“It’s only 7. Who comes an hour early?” she muttered as Cassian sniffed the air smelling the familiar scents.

“Elain and Feyre apparently.” A smile tugged at the edge of his lips. He hadn’t seen them in two weeks, but like Nesta he had been looking forward to it. Even if they did get the first moments of finding out about his mate’s pregnancy before he did. He was glad Nesta had someone else to talk to other then him. A person who had been through pregnancy before. Judging based off the fact there was only two scents, he guessed that Nyx was with Rhysand.

“You two are here early.” Nesta said opening the door as Feyre and Elain stepped through the threshold, his senses on high alert having to remind his senses that these were her sisters, and they would bring the child or Nesta no harm. He could only imagine how bad it would be in a whole house full of people. Damn territorial fae instincts.

“We heard you two were actually attempting to cook for tonight and seeing as how you two could both burn water, we thought we would stop by and help.” Feyre stated as her, Elain, and Nesta made their way into the kitchen. His eyes assessing the room as Feyre smiled at him knowing all too well what that look was about.

“We’re not that bad.” Nesta challenged as Elain looked at the state of the kitchen.

“Is that why the kitchen looks like a mess?” Elain teased as Nesta crossed her arms, a knowing smile on knowing smile on her lips.

“We can’t all be master bakers Elain. “Nesta proclaimed as Elain stuck her finger in the muffin batter and tasted it.

“Not bad for a beginner. Do I detect lemon-blueberry?” She smiled.

“You’d be correct.” Nesta smiled throwing another look over to Cassian.

“Be grateful it wasn’t a dry biscuit.” Cassian teased giving Nesta a knowing look. Earning him a smile from his mate.

“Do you need any help with the other items?” Elain asked. Looking over to where they had started the other breakfast items. Feeling the room with other aromas masking the scent of their child that way the announcement would be a surprise. Just so long as Nesta stayed in the room with all the food.

“You can help me by starting up the bacon.” Nesta instructed as Elain smiled at her. In her element. Elain had always been the better cook out of the three.

The three worked in tandem, making jokes here and there and catching up on what had been going on in there lives for the past three weeks including Cassian in bits and pieces of the conversation before an hour flew by, plates gathered at the table as the sisters observed their work giving each to her high fives as A knock sounded at the door.

Feyre told Nesta she would take care of it as Cassian went to Nesta’s side squeezing her hand in reassurance as Mor, Emerie, and Gwyn entered the room Nesta, Gwyn, and Emeire smile broadly at each other as Cassian tensed. He hoped the food did enough to mask Nesta until they were ready to tell everyone as Nesta’s sisters in arms crossed the space between them and enveloped her in a hug.

“We missed you these last two weeks at training Nesta. Where has Cassian been hiding you at?” Emerie joked.

“Cassian surprised me with a second honeymoon.” Nesta smiled. “How could I possibly say no?”

“Well, I hope it was well worth it.” Gwyn smiled sending a wink in Nesta’s direction.

“That it was. “Nesta answered as the two took a step back and Cassian went over to hug Mor.

“Hey stranger.” He smiled. “How are things?”

“Better than expected.” She smiled looking over to Emerie, a smile on her face. He was happy that his friend had finally found true happiness like he had with Nesta.

Nesta looked over to Mor and smiled giving her a hug as well and welcoming her as Mor stiffened a small gasp about to escape her lips as she held it back looking over to Cassian. Truth. Mot’s gift had always been the truth. Shit.

Shock filled Mor’s features before she shot a look over to Cassian. Happiness for him and Nesta shone in them as she nodded her understanding knowing it wasn’t her secret to tell.

“Now all we need is for Azriel, Nyx, Amren, and Rhysand to arrive and then we can dig in.” Feyre interjected sensing the mood in the room and shooting Mor a warning look before making her way to the dining room as Mor turned to Nesta.

“it’s nice to see you too Nesta.” She answered squeezing Nesta’s hand before making her way to the dining room with Feyre as Nesta looked over to Cassian momentarily about to brush her fingers to her stomach before fighting the urge. Clasping her hands together instead before Cassian made his way to her and took her hand instead. She smiled at him reassuring him that she was okay as he fought his own urge to place his other hand on her stomach. One step at a time. And after tonight everyone who mattered to them would know, they would not hide the truth much longer, all they had to do was wait another hour or two until everyone was settled.

Another knock came as Mor hoped up to grab whoever was at the door coming back with Amren who had Varian in tow. Amren smiled at Nesta and a smile at Cassian as well, the engagement ring on her finger dazzling as she grabbed Varian’s hand and murmured her greetings. Thankfully Amren wasn’t the hugging type. As she made her way to the dining table as the other knock sounded and Cassian pressed a kiss to the side of Nesta’s head before going to greet his brothers.

Opening the door, Cassian plastered a smile on his face as Azriel, Nyx, and Rhysand came into his line of vision. His back stiffened slightly but he chocked in down as hard as he could. Calm. He told himself as his brothers exchanged looks sensing something off about him but not saying much.

“Come in.” Cassian insisted. “We were just about to start.”

Rhysand, Azriel, and Nyx crossed the threshold as Azriel’s eyes traveled over to who was in the dining room as Gwyn looked back at him, a nod of greeting in his direction before going back to her conversation with Mor and Emerie. Cassian had never asked what made Gwyn so mad at Azriel that they had stopped talking last year. Same with him and Elain. Things had also been strained between that relationship, but they still exchanged pleasantries. Just like him and Gwyn did.

“Uncle Cass!” A voice stated as Cassian smiled outstretching his arms for Nyx and taking him from Rhys.

“There you are. How is my favorite nephew doing?”

“I’m your only nephew.” He proclaimed his black hair catching the light.

“That you are.”

Nyx looked around the room.

“Where’s Aunt Nesta?” He asked.

“I’m right here.” Nesta smiled making her way into the room as a smile burst from Nyx’s lips.

“Aunt Ness!” He yelled as Cassian handed him over to Nesta.

“Did you have a good day? I hope you aren’t giving mom and dad too much trouble.” Nesta asked him taking him in the dining room.

Nyx’s eyes widened in shock. “Me. Never.”

Nesta chuckled softly as Rhys’s eyes traveled with him. God knew how Cassian would be like when his and Nesta’s child arrived. Gods help him.

“Shall we join them?” Cassian asked his brothers who smiled at him as they made their way to the dining room as Cassian spotted Nesta with Nyx and Feyre, Nyx still in her lap as Nesta smiled at him. He could imagine it. Could imagine Nesta being that way with their child, he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips at the mere glimpse of their future as Rhysand looked over to him smiling.

“Something on your mind brother?”

Nesta’s eyes locked with his own. And when she smiled at him it was like there was no one else in the world.

“Everything.” He answered making his way over to Nesta preparing to share the life changing news with their family.

An hour into dinner, conversation was in full swing, laughter and joy filled the air as Nesta’s hand squeezed his telling him that it was time to tell their family why they were there.

“We have something to tell all of you.” Cassian announced interrupting the ongoing conversation, holding everyone’s curious gazes. He had to admit that Elain, Feyre, and Mor were at least good at faking it. He looked over to Nesta who looked around and placed a hand over her belly.

“Nesta and I are having a baby. We’re pregnant” Cassian smiled as Nesta glowed and the room erupted in joyous laughter and congratulations, his brothers came over to hug him and Nesta along with her sisters and her sisters in arms. Who were now excitedly talking with Nesta about it. How she found out. When she found out. Mulling over plans as they answered all the questions they possibly could until the night was drawing to a close.

The room had now been reduced to Him, Nesta, Nyx, Rhysand, and Feyre. Everyone else had went their separate ways as Feyre, Nyx, and Nesta talked on the couch. Feyre and Nesta talking about pregnancy as Nesta’s hand stayed firmly on her stomach stroking it as Feyre said she used to do that a lot too when she was pregnant with Nyx.

Cassian leaned on the doorframe, mesmerized by the sight as Rhysand came up beside him.

“How does it feel?” he asked as Cassian tore his eyes away from his mate and to his brother.

“How does it feel?”

“How does what feel?” he asked tearing his eyes away from Nesta for a moment.

“To feel like a father. To feel the joy, it brings to your mate, knowing that you would tear anyone apart who tries to harm them. Even if you know they won’t.”

“Are you trying to make this about you?” Cassian felt himself saying. Knowing that Rhys didn’t have the best reactions when Feyre was pregnant with Nyx.

“I didn’t mean offense to it truly. I was out of line at times and me and Nesta have talked about it multiple times since then. I want to make it clear to you that I in no way will bring any harm to Nesta or your child, I swear it. I literally owe her my life. Without her neither Feyre, Nyx, or I would be here. I won’t ever forget that.”

“I think we all can look forward to the future. The past is the past, it’ll hurt us more if we don’t leave it there. We have already made amends with each other and righted wrongs. It’s time to live in the present Right now Nesta and the baby are all I can think about. All I want to think about. And looking at them now, I’m terrified that I’ll find some way to screw it up. That I’ll fail them just like I’ve failed others.” He stated looking at Rhysand.

“What you’re feeling right now, is what it’s like to feel like a father. It’s how I and the others know you and Nesta are ready for this. No parent is perfect, you’ll make mistakes, God knows I made quite a few, but when your child is born. When you look upon your mate’s face and see all the love she has for that child. How it’s her world, all your fears and doubts will be worth it in that moment and it’ll just be you three. You’ll find your way brother. You both will. You just have to believe in the best.”

Cassian pulled Rhysand in and gave him a hug. “Thank you.”

“it was the least I could do for all you’ve done for me. Enjoy this time with your mate Cassian. This will be the only time you get to experience this first. Now shall we go join our mates?” He smiled.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Cassian smiled walking into the living room where his and Rhys’s futures waited for them.

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“Was there a reason you willingly volunteered to help me pull weeds today?” Elain asked as Nesta pulled the weed from the root.

“I needed a healthy way to let out my frustration before I snapped at someone. The library isn’t helping because they worry about me falling off a ladder. And I’ve been forbidden from training until I get the go ahead from Madaja. So, pulling weeds it is.”

Nodding her understanding, Elain gathered some seeds into her palm and planted them into the earth.

“I take it that Cassian is still hovering?” she asked looking over to where Cassian, Rhysand, Nyx, and Feyre talked inside. His eyes still on Nesta.

“He’s just- “

“Driving you crazy?” Elain supplied as Nesta pulled out another weed.

“It’s our first child. He’s still new to this just like I am, and I think him not being there when I found out about the baby had a deeper affect on him than what he’s telling me. Mix that with the normal things male mates go through and I understand. It’s just that I’m raging with these hormones and growing a life inside of me and I have not been able to do anything and it makes me feel…useless.”

“You’re not useless, you’re pregnant. And what you’re feeling won’t last forever. Have you tried making plans to hang out with people outside of Cassian?”

“Not yet, but never fear, I have a plan.” A voice said from the stone walkway as Nesta and Elain turned their heads towards Mor, the gold light of the sun reflecting from her hair.

“And what would that be?” Nesta asked brushing the dirt from her palms.

“We’re having a spa day.” Mor proclaimed giving them a wide tooth grin. “And before you ask, I already took the liberty of inviting Gwyn and Emerie.”

“What’s the occasion?” Nesta asked looking at her dress that was now covered in dirt.

“It was Feyre’s idea actually. She needed some time away from Nyx and Rhysand. It would also give you an excuse to get out of the house and away from Cassian for a while.”

“He’s not that bad. He’s just worried about us.” Nesta explained. Even though some time away would probably be a good thing.

“Oh, she knows, but she also knows how overbearing a fae male can be during pregnancy. Plus, it’ll give him good practice for fatherhood if we leave him, Azriel, and Rhys alone with Nyx. They need some brotherly bonding time as well.”

“Is that why Feyre sent the servants home early?” Elain smiled.

“They needed the challenge.” Feyre interrupted making her way towards them and smiled. “Plus, I’ve been up for the past two nights with Nyx while Rhys has got to sleep in, so I may be getting a little payback for myself. And Nyx might be a little on the hyper side today.”

Nesta bit her lip to stop the laugh from escaping her lips as Feyre looked around the garden.

“It’s looking pretty good out here.” She stated beaming at Elain.

“Thanks. At this rate it should be in full bloom by the time our niece or nephew arrives in the spring.”

“You found out when the baby is due?” Mor asked as Nesta smiled wide.

“Madaja is predicting either March or April depending on how smoothly this pregnancy goes.” Nesta announced running her hand over her stomach wondering when she was going to start showing.

Madaja had said it should be any day now.

“I can’t wait to see what you’re having.” Feyre gushed.

“My guess is a boy.” Mor stated.

“I’m going to have to disagree with you on that. Knowing Nesta and Cassian, it’ll probably be a girl.” Elain challenged.

“You’d go against the opinion of a person whose power is the truth?” Mor smiled, a challenge in her eyes as Elain matched it with one of her own.

“You’d really go against the opinion of a seer.”

“Touché.” Mor admitted giving a shrug.

“I’m sure Nesta and Cassian won’t mind either way as long as the baby is happy and healthy.” Feyre interjected, Nesta giving her a grateful smile.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Cassian added coming up to Nesta and helping her up, throwing an arm around her shoulder, “Are you ready to go?”

“She’s coming with us today.” Mor interrupted as Feyre shot her a look.

“Feyre told me as much, but I think my mate would appreciate a nice bath and changing into clothes that aren’t covered in dust before she leaves. That and if we’re babysitting Nyx, I’m going to need a few things from the house first.”

Feyre nodded waving a goodbye to Nesta and Cassian as Cassian gathered her in his arms and flew them back to the house of wind setting her down gently giving her a soft kiss on the lips. She leaned into it happily.

“Are you going to be okay today?” He asked when she pulled away taking her hand as they walked into the house. The cool air hitting her in the face when they stepped in.

“I’ll be alright. Will you be okay with Az, Rhys, and Nyx today?” She inquired as he touched her stomach smiling.

“I’m sure we’ll manage. Besides, I need all the practice I can get. And it has been a while since we all hung out together. Just us guys.”

Nesta smiled placing her hand over his and giving it a gentle squeeze before kissing his palm.

“Do you know what you guys will be up to?” she asked as Cassian shrugged.

“No clue. We just go with the flow to be honest, but I’m sure we’ll find something to do.”

“Well good luck with today. I should probably get ready before Feyre comes to pick me up.”

“Thank you, I have a feeling we’ll need it.” Cassian smiled giving her a peck on the lips as he stepped back. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She smiled as Cassian grabbed what he needed and left the house leaving her alone with her thoughts.

“Ready to go?” Feyre asked stepping into the house, the house blowing her hair gently in greeting.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Nesta said grabbing onto the arm Feyre had offered as they winnowed to the spa where Gwyn, Emerie, Mor, and Elain waited talking about the progress being made to Emerie’s shop. It had been a while since Nesta had visited Windhaven to see Emerie, but she was happy to hear that her friend’s business was now booming.

“Hey!” Gwyn smiled throwing her arms around Nesta as Emerie followed suit.

“Hey, I just heard about your shop. Congratulations.” Nesta said as Emerie smiled, Mor throwing an arm around her shoulder making Emerie blush. Even after six months of dating, Emerie still got butterflies around her.

“Well, it’s still a work in progress, but hopefully renovations will be done by the fall and everyone will appreciate the restaurant we’re adding in.” Emerie mentioned her eyes shining at the possibility of getting to put her love for cooking to good use.

“They’d be idiots if they didn’t.” Mor supplied giving Emerie her best smile.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, so what’s the plan?” Emerie asked.

“I already booked a manicure and pedicure for you, me, and Nesta.” Gwyn interjected. Taking Nesta’s hand as she waved a brief goodbye to her sisters and followed Emerie and Gwyn into the room where there manicures first.

“So, how is the newest research project going?” Nesta asked Gwyn as a look of frustration crossed her face.

“I feel like your brother-in-law has an interesting theory about universes existing besides this one, but I see no evidence to the contrary yet, so it’s hitting a lot of dead ends.”

“What about training the newest recruits? How is that going?” Nesta asked Emerie as the woman doing her nails worked on her cubicles.

Emerie and Mor had convinced a few of the Illyrian women from the village to train with the Valkyrie, but Nesta hadn’t heard about it in three weeks and she missed everyone. She missed her training and the woman she helped train. She hoped Madaja would clear her soon. She had to sit out on quite a few of the exercises when she finally returned to it, but she didn’t mind if she got to do something. Anything to help them out. She hated sitting on the sidelines, but she knew that her son or daughter was worth it. They always would be, and she would never make them feel like they weren’t worth every sacrifice she had to make for them.

“We managed to enlist five new trainees this week. Two from Illyrian, one from the library, one from velaris, and another from the court of nightmares.”

“I’m surprised, the court of nightmares tend to avoid us like a plague.”

“Apparently this was someone Mor knew from her childhood, she reached out and Mor wouldn’t tell me anymore than that. She’s a little closed off and reluctant at times, but she doesn’t seem like a bad person.”

“And the others?”

“One is the new priestess we got a couple months back.” Gwyn told her as Nesta recalled the woman who had been brought to them. Still remembered the look on her face and the rage she had felt, wanting to tear the woman’s attacker limb from limb. Only stopping because Rhys had laws in place specifically to punish those attackers.

“How is Talia doing with everything?” Nesta asked.

“She’s doing pretty well actually. Needs a little help with her footwork, but I feel like she’ll get the hang of it in no time. “

“And the Illyrian females?” Nesta asked turning to Emerie.

“Jora and Aspen show up when they can. Sometimes they’ll come twice a week, sometimes not at all. You know how it is. They can. Jora is busy with her two boys and Aspen, well, you know how Devlon is.”

Nesta grunted, things had never been pleasant between her and Devlon and that hadn’t changed in the past two years, but his wife was nice enough and had never had an issue with Nesta despite Devlon still thinking her to be a witch.

“At least some progress is being made. Are you going to make a trip up to Illyria anytime soon?” Emerie asked.

“I usually go when Cassian does, so maybe within a week or two. Unless he takes care of it by himself. My travel restrictions are limited until my second trimester, but I do want to see the progress made to your shop. And catch up with the other females of course.”

Suddenly Emerie sat up, an idea coming to her. “You said you needed something to pass the time?”

“Yeah. I would love that. You have no idea how stir crazy I’m going.”

“Come work with me in the shop for two days out of the week. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing and maybe we can make a few changes here and there to drum up business for the new restaurant.”

“Such as?” Nesta asked excitement filling her at the prospect of having another thing to focus on.

“A book club.” Gwyn interjected excitement filling her features.

“A book club might be a good idea and we can alternate between Windhaven and Velaris as well. That way Madaja doesn’t scold me for all the travel. I’ll talk with her about it, but I would really love that.” Nesta smiled. Excitement filling her.

After the manicure and pedicure was done, Nesta, met up with Elain and Feyre for their massages as Nesta told Feyre and Elain about the newest development.

“I can winnow you into Windhaven if Madaja gives you the go ahead and of course Mor would too. Any excuse to see her girlfriend after all. When is your next appointment with Madaja? You could ask her then.”

“In two and a half weeks.” Nesta said.

“I could send her over earlier if you wanted. Or at least talk to her about it.”

“I can manage two and a half more weeks. But thank you for the offer.” Nesta supplied as Feyre offered her a smile.

“Anytime. Just let me know if you change your mind.”

“I wonder how the boys are doing with Nyx.” Elain inquired as a smile crossed Feyre’s lips. God only knows what the boys are up to.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to Feyre?” Cassian asked cleaning the puke from his shirt as Rhysand shot him a look cradling Nyx in his arms. The boy still looking about ready to puke.

“I’m sure, he’ll be fine. We just have to wait for his stomach to settle is all.” Rhysand stated as a chuckle escaped from Azriel.

“I told you taking him flying was a bad idea.” Azriel teased as Rhysand glared at him, Nyx leaning his head against his shoulder.

“It usually helps him sleep. How was I supposed to know he was going to puke all over Cassian?”

“I mean taking him flying after he just ate was just a bad decisions overall, but you two insisted and now here we are.” Azriel smirked causing Cassian to sigh. This was going to stain and wished he had been smart enough to bring a change of clothes.

“I’m going to put him down for a nap. Hopefully, that’ll help settle his stomach.” Rhysand started as Cassian slung his shirt over the chair to dry.

“Can I do it?” he asked.

“Only if you’re sure. And if he gets worse you tell me immediately.”

“Of course.” Cassian promised as he walked up to Rhys handing him over Nyx gently. “Come on Nyx, Let’s get you to bed.”

Carrying him to his room, Cassian opened the door to the room who was painted like the night sky. Constellations, moons, and stars painted on his walls as the silvers, blues, blacks, and purples filled the room. Making Cassian feel like he was flying through the night sky.

Cassian gently set Nyx down in his bed, tucking him in like he did so many other times before.

“Uncle Cass.” Nyx started.

“Hey buddy, what’s up?”

“Can you tell me a story until I fall asleep? One of you and dad and uncle Az.” He asked, a small smile lighting his face.

“Of course.” Cassian smiled picking one from his fond memories.

“I’ll tell you one about one of our first solstice’s together.” Cassian decided as he prepared to tell Nyx the story.

“Why does the kitchen smell like puke?” Feyre asked as her, Nesta, and Elain stepped into the kitchen, Nesta’s nausea fighting the smell.

“Nyx had a little incident, but it’s nothing to worry about. He’s fine now.” Rhysand said as Feyre glared at him.

“We’ll talk later.”

“Where’s Cassian?” Nesta asked not wanting to be around the smell anymore.

“He’s in the bedroom with Nyx.” Rhys supplied.

Nesta nodded her thanks making her way to Nyx’s bedroom as she opened the door and her heart stopped at the sight.

Cassian had fallen asleep on the bed, Nyx cradled to his chest as they both slept peacefully making Nesta’s heart ache, for in this moment she could see her future with Cassian and their child. See him doing this for their own children. Couldn’t wait to see Cassian with their son or daughter. Reading them to sleep and telling them stories. Holding them when they were sick. And loving them like he had been denied of when he was their age. She could see it. See it all as her hand went to her stomach and tears sprang from her eyes.

As if sensing her, Cassian’s eyes slowly opened staring at her as a sleepy smile crossed his face. It had always been one of her favorite ones.

“Hey.” He whispered.

“Hey.”

“I must have fallen asleep telling Nyx stories.”

“It happens.” She smiled moving towards the chair beside Nyx’s bed.

“I got puked on today.” Cassian stated as Nesta smiled at him softly.

“I saw.”

“How was your day?” Cassian asked holding out his had as she took it.

“It was exactly what I needed.” She admitted as his smile grew. Nyx looking calm and serene in his arms.

“I’m glad. I’d do anything to keep that smile on your face.” Cassian admitted as Nyx stirred in his arms.

“Aunt Nes,”

“Hey buddy, what’s up?”

“Can you stay with us?” He asked as Nesta smiled.

“Of course.”

They made room in the bed and Nesta cradled Nyx and Cassian feeling at peace. Their eyes locked as Cassian laid his hand to her stomach thinking about their future as the three fell asleep feeling at peace underneath the night sky.

Chapter Text

Dawn broke over the horizon as gentle kisses trailed up Nesta’s throat, a small moan escaping from her lips as Cassian’s tongue trailed over that specific spot, her eyes slowly opening to him. A smile on her face.

“Well good morning to you too.” She sighed contently their lips meeting on a feverish kiss.

She knew that the day would be busy, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy their morning while they still had time.

“I have something for you.” Cassian stated in between kisses.

“I know.” Nesta teased feeling his length press against her. It had been a while since they had engaged in certain activities.

“How could you- “he started before looking down. “Oh, th-that’s not what I meant.”

“Oh.” She stated, disappointment washing over her. He sensed the change within her instantly.

“I want you like crazy Nesta. You have no idea how much. I’m just worried- “

“About the baby?” She asked.

“There’s still risk this early on, but perhaps we could ask Madaja if-if it’s okay to be intimate. I won’t risk bringing harm to you and the baby just for my own pleasure. I can risk a lot, but I can’t risk the family we created. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did.”

She nodded giving him a tender kiss.

“So, what did you have for me?” she asked breaking the kiss as Cassian chuckled grabbing the tray he had put by the bedside table and setting it down as she salivated at the sight of it.

“You made me breakfast.” She smiled. “And did you intentionally put a smiley face on the pancakes?” she teased as he kissed the tip of her nose.

“I thought it would bring a smile to your face seeing as how we have a big day ahead of us with your twelve-week check in.”

“And you’re excited for the ultrasound.” Nesta guessed.

“It’s always my favorite part.”

She took his hand and squeezed.

“Mine too.”

He leaned in, grabbing a piece of pancake with the fork as she opened her mouth, and a small moan escaped her lips.

“Good?” he asked.

“Very.” She replied grabbing the fork back and taking another bite, thankful that the morning sickness had subsided at least for the moment.

Cassian jerked in surprise as Nesta looked at him and was about to ask what was wring before he mouthed “Rhys.” And a grimace crossed his face.

“What did Rhys want?”

“He needs me to go to Windhaven this morning to take care of a few issues with the new recruits. It was the last thing I wanted to deal with today.” He replied as she grasped his hand.

“The appointment isn’t until three. We have plenty of time to go to Windhaven and then come back. I can come with you. I wanted to see Emerie anyway. Catch up and maybe talk about the shop and the new Valkyrie trainees. “

“As long as your careful. The shop is still under renovations.”

“I’ll try my best to be careful and Emerie will also be there, I can’t imagine she’ll take me through the space that is being renovated.”

“In that case, we better finish breakfast and get ready.”

Nesta smiled sliding a piece of pancake into her mouth excited to start the day.

Getting the last notch of his belt taken care of Cassian sighed wanting nothing more than to stay home with his mate before they checked in on their child but knew that Rhys had made him general of the night court armies for a reason and he had to uphold his duties, no matter how much they were a pain in the ass.

Striding into the bathroom Nesta occupied, Cassian stiffened smelling the salt from his mates tears stepping into the room, his guard now up.

“Nesta, What’s wrong?”

Turning towards him, Cassian sucked in a breath at what he saw, the small bump that had formed there. Nesta’s hands resting on top of it.

“Cassian.” She whispered as he made his way to her and wrapped her in his arms. Taking this moment to share this moment with his mate. No one in the world existing besides them.

“Let me know if you need anything.” Cassian insisted leaning down and giving her a kiss warranting a few looks from the Illyrian warriors as Nesta shot them a glare before smiling up at Cassian.

“I will.” She promised going into the Emerie’s shop as her friend sat at the counter with Mor, the former female stroking Emerie’s hand. The two having a moment that Nesta didn’t want to interrupt, but Mor turned her head towards Nesta when she had heard the bell and Emerie’s smile widened.

“Look who finally left the house.” Emerie teased as Nesta moved closer towards them sitting down in one of the chairs.

“Cassian had some business to attend to her, so I took the opportunity to come with him.”

“Isn’t your appointment today?” Mor asked.

“It’s not until three.”

“Are you excited?”

“Of course. I’m always excited for the ultrasound part where we get to see the baby.”

“I’m sure it’ll be amazing.” Emerie smiled. “I got something for you.”

“Isn’t it bad luck in fae tradition to get things for the baby?”

“It’s more for you.” Emerie smiled handing her a few selections of clothing.

“What’s all this?” she asked, a smile on her face.

“Maternity clothes, I figured you would need some soon seeing as how you’re growing a baby, I figured you would need some.”

Nesta smiled trying to hold back her tears. “Thank you. I appreciate this and as soon as I can I’ll find a way to pay you back.”

“Don’t worry about it. Like I said it’s something that you need. Especially if you’re going to start showing soon.”

“Actually. I saw my baby bump today.” Nesta smiled, Mor and Emerie matched her with one of their own.

“That’s great, Nesta.”

“You know when I first saw it, I think it finally hit me that I’m going to be a mom soon. Like it’s one thing to have people tell you that you’re pregnant and to hear their heartbeat on the ultrasound, but it’s another thing to see the changes it brings to my body. It’s amazing. I started crying and Cassian found me, and it was just, a perfect moment.”

“I’m happy for you two.” Mor smiled as Nesta looked around at the opening of the store where they were expanding for the restaurants.

“Thank you. How are the renovations coming along?”

“Progress is slow, but hopefully they’ll be done sooner rather than later.”

“Have you started working on the menu yet?” Nesta asked as Emerie opened her mouth to answer, but stiffened as the bell to her store rang and they turned around to see Devlon and Aspen entering the shop, Devlon stiffening at the sight of Nesta. Folding her arms over herself and holding herself in a way that showed him she wouldn’t tolerate his bullshit.

“Witch.” Devlon grunted, Aspen shooting him a look.

“She has a name you know.” Aspen told him, her hazel eyes going to Nesta. Apologetic.

“It’s fine Aspen, I’ve grown quite fond of the nickname.”

Aspen’s smile grew as Devlon sniffed the air loudly, his mouth framing in a twisted smirk.

“So, it is true. The witch is pregnant with a little witchling.”

Nesta was about to tell him that it was none of his gods damned business when Cassian came up behind Devlon, his voice gruff. A voice she called Cassian’s no bullshit voice.

“I’d be careful how you talk about my mate and child, Devlon.” Cassian growled out, fists clenching.

“Or you’ll do what exactly?”

Cassian glared at him a challenge in his eyes as Devlon let out a low laugh.

“That’s what I thought. Are you sure you still have your balls, General? Are you sure that child is even yours or did a real man sneak into your bed and do the job right?”

Nesta stiffened feeling Mor and Emerie do the same, a look of disgust crossing Mor’s face as Nesta was sure she wore one that was similar. Had she not been with child, she would have ripped Devlon to shreds for the implication.

A snarl ripped from Cassian’s throat, a fist flying to Devlon’s face and it connected. The force hard enough to knock Devlon into a nearby stand. His body crashing through it.

“Nice form.” Devlon grinned smirking up at Cassian. “Too bad it still doesn’t mean much.”

Bad. This was going to get bad if she didn’t do anything about it.

“Cassian. He’s not worth it.” She stated, Cassian’s eyes softening as Devlon laughed.

“Still a useless bastard born I see. Letting your bitch over there control what you do. Instead of putting her in her place like you should. You can fool everyone and gain as many siphons as you want, but neither you nor your devil’s spawn will ever equivalate to anything here.”

Her power licked in her veins chocking to be let out as something snapped in Cassian. It was one thing to insult him, he had been dealing with that kind of hate his entire life, but Devlon had crossed a line by bringing their child into this. A child who had not harmed anyone. Nesta’s breath caught as Cassian lunged at Devlon, fist pounding into his face as Nesta went towards them, Aspen grabbing her.

“Let me go.” Nesta snarled, her instincts kicking in.

“This isn’t good for the baby Nesta. Think about them. The stress isn’t good for them.”

“Then get your Gods damned husband away from mine.” Nesta growled as a flash of blond hair crossed Nesta’s vision, Mor grabbing Cassian and pulling him away from Devlon, his face bloodied.

“Get him to the healer Aspen, before I let Cassian finish what he started.” Mor snapped, Aspen letting go of Nesta and got Devlon out of there before Mor turned to Cassian, her lip curling.

“What the hell is a matter with you? This is my girlfriend’s shop, not a sparing ring.”

A snarl ripped from his own throat. “Did you ignore what he said about my wife, my child.”

“I did, but did you consider what it would do to your mate and child to fight Devlon? Look at them Cassian.”

Cassian’s eyes looked at Nesta as whatever overtook him before snapped out of him.

“Nesta, I- “He started before looking down at his hands. The blood on them. Thoughts racing through his mind at the sight.

She understood, knew why he snapped and wanted to rip Devlon to shreds, she took a tentative step forward as Emerie grasped her hand.

“Come with me. Now. You shouldn’t be near her when you’re like this.” Mor instructed, grasping his arm as she winnowed him to Gods knew where. Leaving Nesta and Emerie alone, a hand resting on Nesta’s abdomen.

“What the hell happened?” Rhys asked surveying Cassian and Mor taking in the state of his brother.

“Ask him,” Mor snapped waving a hand to Cassian. “I need a drink.”

With that Mor stepped out of the room shutting the door tightly as Rhys turned back to Cassian.

“What happened?” he asked in a softer tone.

“I fucked up, just like I always do.”

“Show me.” Rhysand instructed as Cassian opened his mind to him showing him everything. Shame filling him. The blood still on his hands.

“Witchling. How original.” Rhys smirked rolling his eyes. “Are you okay?”

“What do you think?”

“You overreacted. It happens. Especially when your mate is pregnant. God knows I won’t judge you for that.”

“I put her at risk. I put them at risk. How could I do that?”

“You wouldn’t have hurt them Cassian.”

“What if I could have?”

“You didn’t. And you won’t. They’re both safe Cassian and Devlon is an ass for goading you in front of your pregnant mate, he insulted your mate and child and wouldn’t stop just to assert his dominance over you. I’ll have to have a nice long talk with him in the morning.”

“I shouldn’t have let it affect me as much. “

“You can’t change what’s already happened, the best you can do is move forward, but talk to Nesta about it. Things won’t get better and this feeling won’t go away until you do.”

“How am I ever going to explain this to her?”

“By talking through it.” A familiar voice said as Nesta stepped from Feyre’s grip. She must have retrieved Nesta from Windhaven. “May we have a moment alone?” Nesta asked looking at Rhys and Feyre as Feyre extended her hand for Rhys, leading him out of the room and leaving them alone.

“Nesta, I- “

“There’s still blood on your hands.,” Nesta observed making her way to the joint bathroom and grabbing a wet washcloth. “May I?”

Cassian nodded as Nesta grabbed one of his hands and washed the blood from it grimacing.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked.

“I’m sorry I lost control today. That wasn’t my intention. I just kept hearing Devlon’s words to me to you. And when he brought the baby into it, I just lost it. I shouldn’t have and I’m so, so sorry.”

“Devlon is an arrogant asshole. I don’t blame you for getting upset, I-I wanted to hurt him as well.” She admitted, biting on her lip, trying to concentrate her focus on his still bleeding knuckles. “But I feel like it wasn’t just him talking about me and our child that upset you.”

“Nesta-“ He started but she interrupted.

“Please Cassian whatever it is, don’t hesitate to tell me. We’re married now. We’re mates. Whatever is wrong you can confide in me. I can take it.”

“Sometimes I still wonder what I did to deserve this. Sometimes when Devlon tells me what a useless bastard I am, it’s harder for me to block him out, because he was the closest thing to a mentor that I had. I know that I surpass him in many ways, However, I- I have no idea what I did to make him hate me so much. Maybe it’s me trying to change the dynamic there or maybe it has nothing to really do with me and he’s just letting out steam, but I never thought his insults would go to my child. I always thought that was a thing that was off limits to him. Gods this is all so fucked up. How am I supposed to keep a positive attitude about the changes we’re slowly starting to make when I feel like every step, I take I get pulled back another ten?”

“Change is never easy and if anyone is patient enough to make it happen, it’s you. Just give it time. Nothing changes over night and there’s already been so much progress. And you are anything besides useless.” She stated lifting his chin to meet her eyes.

“Tell that to them.” He suggested as Nesta squeezed his hand, now clear of blood, and pressed it to her stomach. To the small bump that had now formed.

“You are more than who they make you out to be. You are strong and brave and loyal and kind. You’re the general to the night court armies and one of the best warriors I’ve ever known. You’re a great friend and a loving husband. You are the only person who has ever got me. You are my mate. My best friend. And the father of this child. It doesn’t matter what an arrogant asshole like Devlon thinks, because I am yours, and you are mine, and this baby is ours. We are each other’s homes and salvations. And as your mate, I know without a shadow of a doubt that you will do right by them. That you will be the father that this child needs. Because you’ve already proven to me time and time again why you are the best man I’ve ever known. I just wish you thought of yourself that way too. Because I would also do anything to keep that smile on your face. To pull you out of the dark when you need a light in the darkness. All you have to do is ask, all you have to do is say the words and I’ll be there.” Nesta as tears formed in his eyes. Nesta wiped them away as he pulled her in and held her close.

“What if I fail them? What if I fail you? I already missed one of the most important moments. What if I miss another?” he asked finally voicing his worry as she inhaled his scent.

“Whatever happens, we’ll face it together. Without failure, we would never know what it was like toi succeed. And as for the important moments, there will be ones you miss, no one can be around for every important moment in someone’s life however, we can hold onto the other important ones. We can hold onto the sound of our baby’s heart, watching our child grow and develop, feeling the baby move and kick, recognizing our voices, you’ll tell them stories and so will I, and finally whenever their ready to come into this world, we’ll be overcome with joy when our baby takes their first breath, and we hear their first cries. And that first moment we hold them in our arms, everything that we missed won’t matter as much, because we’ll have so much more to look forward to. “

Smiling Cassian leaned in a pressed a kiss to Nesta’s lips. The kiss holding so meaning as a heavy weight lifted from his chest.

“Thank you.” He whispered touching his brow to hers.

“Forever-“She smiled.

“Forever.” He promised kissing her as a knock sounded on the door and they turned as Feyre entered the study.

“Sorry to interrupt, but Madja is here.” Feyre announced. As Nesta nodded.

“Thanks, Feyre, can you tell her we’ll be right there.”

“Of course.” She smiled shutting the door once more as Nesta pressed another kiss to Cassian’s waiting lips.

“Are you ready to see our child Mate?” Nesta smiled as Cassian lifted her up setting her down gently and taking her hand.

“Always.”

Chapter Text

“That’s a beautiful sight.” Cassian purred as Nesta pulled the shirt down and smoothed her hand over the bump forming there.

It had been a month since they had had their last appointment and her sixteen week check in would happen today. Feyre would accompany her since Cassian had to deal with another disturbance at the camps. Had hated that one minute at the camp at taken away even a second of joy watching his babe grow. Feyre had said she came up with a solution for that in case he couldn’t be there. Nesta just prayed to God it worked. “I wish I could enjoy it more.”

Smiling, Nesta strode over to Cassian kissing him thorough and unhurrying.

“I do as well, but perhaps when you come back tonight…” Nesta stated letting the words hang between them in the air.

“I’m looking forward to it…mate.” Cassian answered giving her one last kiss before she walked with him hand in hand and gave her one last kiss before taking to the skies.

Nesta watched him until a familiar presence stood beside her, her sister’s scent catching in her nose.

“Have you eaten yet?” she asked as Nesta turned to her. Nyx was no where in sight. Perhaps he was with Rhysand.

“No.” Nesta admitted

“Luckily, I made some reservations at the café by the Sidra and maybe after that we could go to the rainbow. I need some new clothes for Nyx, and I figured we could get you some new maternity clothes.”

“What’s wrong with the ones I’m wearing?” Nesta asked pulling the shirt Emerie had got her down.

“Nothing. I just thought you may like some options. I know a seamstress that specializes in maternity dresses, and pants if you’re interested.” Feyre replied with a smile.

“I’d like that. I’ll be sure to pay you back when I get the chance.”

She had started working in Emerie’s shop three times a week. It had taken a while to assure Cassian that her and the baby would be alright, but in the end, he said the choice was up to her. He only asked that if something happened, she would have someone get him. She agreed.

Feyre waved a hand. “Don’t worry about it. A couple of outfits aren’t going to matter much in the grand scheme of things.” She stated.

Nesta nodded not willing to argue with Feyre. She would have to find a way to make it up to her later.

“Shall we?” Feyre asked as Nesta looped her arm around Feyre’s and she transported them to the café overlooking the Sidra. The Sidra that held so many memories for her, taking her back to her most important one.

“Not having second thoughts, are you?” Elain asked placing the last of the flowers in Nesta’s braid as Nesta stared out the window surveying the preparations for the mating bond ceremony down below.

“Not at all.” Nesta smiled turning away from the window as a soft cry filled the room.

“Sorry. He’s been fussy lately.” Feyre explained, exhaustion filling her eyes accentuating the dark circles underneath them as Nesta strode over to them holding out her arms.

“May I?” Nesta asked. She hadn’t put on her dress yet and they still had a few more hours to spare.

“Only if you’re sure.” Feyre answered handing Nyx over to Nesta. Her nephew fitting comfortably in her arms. Still fussing but staring at her with those big blue eyes staring at her with wonder.

“Hello, little one.” She cooed running a hand over his black hair trying to soothe him. Feyre taking a seat in the nearest chair, exhaustion finally taking over.

The baby reached up touching Nesta’s cheek as she rocked him back and forth, her sisters looking at both.

“What?” She asked Nyx squirming in her arms probably wondering why she stopped. She continued to rock him.

“Nothing.” Feyre smiled as Nesta patted Nyx’s back, a small burp falling from his mouth. Some spit up getting on Nesta’s shirt.

Nesta shrugged grabbing the tissue Elain offered and cleaning it off.

“I think we found out the reason why he was fussy.” Nesta laughed, her nephew smiling handing him back to Feyre.

“Are you ready to get dressed?” Elain asked excited as she went to where the dress hung.

“Yes.” Nesta answered excitement filling her as she slipped off her clothes before Feyre and Elain helped her in the dress.

She went to the full-length mirror and inspected herself, her breath catching slightly.

The mating dress she had chosen was a long sleeve high neck dress with full skirts and a lace bodice. She had opted for flowers in her hair and no crown like Cassian had joked about. There was no need for one. Tonight, she would officially be mated to the love of her life and she for one couldn’t wait to see what their future would hold.

A knock sounded from the door and Emerie emerged smiling.

“You look beautiful.” She said, Gwyn coming in behind her.

“You came.” She smiled pulling both into a hug.

“We wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Gwyn answered the light catching her red hair.

“You’re almost ready.”

“Almost?” Nesta asked as they all pulled something out, Nesta lifting a brow. “What is this?”

“You’ll have to give it back after the ceremony, but I thought you might want to burrow it for the day.” Gwyn said taking her friendship bracelet and clasping it beside Nesta’s on her wrist.

“I have these blue garters in the shop.” Emerie smiled as Nesta slipped it on.

“When I went to the rainbow the other day and I saw this thought of you.” Feyre smiled. The silver comb in her hand as she placed it in Nesta’s hair and then she turned to Elain.

“I know we don’t have much, but I figured you would want this today.” Elain smiled as Elain gave her a dagger, the handle made of wood.

“It has flames on it.” She smiled as she turned to Feyre.

“We may have refurnished that old dresser.” Feyre smiled. “Elain and I have similar ones.”

Nesta smiled at her sisters. Tears coming to her eyes. “You did all this for me?”

“We may be fae, but it doesn’t mean we have to let go of everything.” Feyre smiled as Gwyn, Emerie, Feyre, and Elain pulled her into a hug, and she stood there letting the love of her sister’s flow through her.

Gwyn squeezed her hand as her and Emerie went to go stand with their small group of friends and family as her, Feyre and Elain remained. The fae didn’t have the same traditions as mortal weddings. Bridesmaids were not a thing in the fae world, so Nesta would stand up there alone with Cassian and the priestess who would officiate their mating ceremony.

“I’ll be up front.” Elain stated squeezing Nesta’s hand before heading out the door out with Nyx to the sitting area.

“Are you ready for this?” Feyre asked taking Nesta’s hand in her own.

“Will you walk me down to him?” Nesta asked as Feyre smiled.

“Of course, I will.” Feyre answered as the doors sliding her arm into Nesta’s as she opened the doors and Nesta took everything in.

Music played from the Symphonia signaling her arrival. Candles lite the isle, garland hung from the ceiling, the windows looking out to the Sidra as lace and silk lined the chairs to the alter and all went quiet. She sensed Gwyn, Elain, Emerie, Feyre, Rhysand, Azriel, Mor, and Nyx in the room, but all fell away as her eyes landed on Cassian. Her lover, her friend, and her mate. His eyes fixed on hers and it was as if they were the only two in the universe.

Tears filled his eyes matching her own as Feyre walked her down to him as Feyre placed Nesta’s hand into Cassian’s and Cassian looked at Feyre a smile on his beautiful face.

“I got her. Don’t worry.” Cassian promised squeezing Nesta’s hand and pulling her to him, her heart beating in time with his. There was nothing else. No one else besides them. His eyes saying all the words that his mouth could not. Keeping her fingers interlaced with his.

“I love you.” He mouthed to her, calming her nerves.

“I love you too.” She mouthed back, her smile brightening the room.

The priestess started off with the opening prayer for their ceremony before they recited their vows to each other promising to love and protect each other for as long as they lived. After they were finished the priestess spoke a prayer to the mother to bless this union with love, peace, and fertility instructing them to open the bond to each other.

Their hearts beat as one as Nesta and Cassian opened their bond to each other, the gold light of their souls flowing into each other illuminating the room with its essence.

When the priestess was finished with her prayer, she looked to both Nesta and Cassian asking if they had brought their mating food.

Elain smiled bringing up the lemon blueberry muffin handing it to Nesta as Azriel gave Cassian the chocolate cake making Nesta smile. Elain had helped Nesta, and Cassian make both. Careful not to interrupt them making it and giving them helpful instructions.

“No turning back now.” Cassian smiled illuminating the room as her smirk matched his.

“Thank the Gods.” She answered offering him the muffin as he offered her a bite of the cake.

The bond sang, his golden thread floating into her as her golden thread flowed into him. Just like it had done during solstice night. Their souls twining as one. And she was not afraid. Of him. Of this. Her lover. Her friend. Her husband. Her mate. She had expected the binding of their wrist next, but Mor smiled coming up to Cassian and placing two wedding bands in his free hand. Her eyebrow lifted in question.

“I heard it’s tradition for husband and wife to exchange rings. “

“Cassian.” She whispered at a loss for words. Tears blurring her vision.

“You are mine, just like I am yours. And I know how important those words are to you as well. You are my mate, but I would also love to call you my wife. And I’d be honored if you called me your husband.”

He set the rings in Nesta’s hand and clasped her other hand on top of it placing his own on them. And without having to say the words, Nesta knew what he wanted her to do letting her power flow through her as she made a wish to be by his side forever the glow from her hands illuminating their bands before she opened her hand, Cassian taking her ring and sliding it on her left hand. The ring feeling like it always belonged there as she took his ring and slid it on his hand. Their worlds colliding, their hearts entwining as one. He leaned forward and kissed her, it holding all the power of the universe.

When the kiss ended, Cassian touched his forehead to hers as the priestess turned to Rhys and Feyre, they stepped up to the alter taking the black ribbon and intertwining their wrist together enchanting it to not fall away until their mating was consummated. Her love and need growing strong for the man before her. The priestess closed the ceremony declaring them mates. And no feeling in the world compared as they brought their mouth together, the room imploding with love, life, and laughter as they smiled at their friends, their family before heading off to finish their mating. Their life together begging at last.

As soon as Nesta and Cassian landed, their home now in sight, Nesta looked deep into Cassian’s eyes, her fingers running through his soft black hair, his eyes closing at her touch. His love and desire for her matching her own as he brought their mouths together his lips not leaving hers as he carried her over the threshold, up the stairs, and gently setting her down on their bed. Their chests rising and falling with each other, their breaths in sync, their hearts beating as one. Nothing in the world had ever felt so right. His eyes scanning over her, his love for her written all over his face taking her breath away.

“Beautiful.” He whispered looking down at her in wonder. Eyes roaming over every inch of her body drinking her in, wondering what part of her to touch first, to taste first, to claim first. Her body waiting in anticipation for his hands, his mouth, his beautiful cock buried so deep within her that she could no longer tell what parts of her body were her own. She wanted, needed, all of it. All of him.

“Cassian.” She pleaded, his heated gaze snapping back to hers. His lips twisting in a wicked smile.

“How do you want me, Wife?” He asked mouth kissing the sensitive flesh of her neck.

“In every way.” She answered. “Mate.”

Smiling down at her, He unbound her hair, it tumbling down to her waist in waves as he pulled her up gently. One hand undoing the buttons of her dress.

“Then I shall make love to you every way I can.” He answered as their mouth connected, the music between their souls consigning.

Cassian laid her down on the bed. Their clothes falling away as he intertwined their bound hands and slid into her. Their lovemaking like a symphony between them, their kisses matching his powerful thrust in her.

“Say it.” He whispered when they were both on the edge of their climax.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” She sobbed as his forehead touched hers

“And I love you. With every fiber of my being. With every bit of my soul. And I will love you until my last breath. You are my forever, just like I am yours.”

“Forever.” She promised kissing him feeling the first spurts of his essence filling her as she clenched around him finding her own climax within his own. As she felt a burning tingling sensation on her chest, Cassian kissing her there as a similar tattoo inked itself on his skin. The eight-point star that had vanished before now back again. The symbol of their mating bond. Of their joining. His fingers traced over it and smiled. The world solely belonging to them and this moment as she said,

“Make love to me again.” She smiled as he laid her down and made love to her until the sun met the horizon. the music between their souls more beautiful than any symphony.

Chapter Text

“Nesta? Are you listening?” Feyre asked concern etching her face tearing Nesta away from her memory as she tore her eyes away from the Sidra and back towards Feyre. An impatient waitress taping her foot, waiting for Nesta’s drink order.

“I’ll just have a water for now. Thank you.” Nesta replied. Her eyes scanning over the menu as the waitress huffed and went back inside.

“Are you okay?” Feyre inquired her finger tracing the small crack that had formed in the table.

“Yeah, I guess I’m just nervous.” Nesta answered, her hands running across her bump.

“For the appointment?”

“That amongst other things.” She admitted as Feyre raised her brow in question. Nesta went on.

“Cassian can’t be at this appointment today because of the disturbance at the camps and- Well today we were supposed to figure out if the baby has wings or not.”

“I see. I think I have just the solution for that.” Feyre answered reaching into her pocket and producing something that Nesta had only seen before.

“Is that- “

“I figured you could hold onto the Veritas orb to share the memory of it with Cassian as well as one other.” Feyre stated, a smile crossing over Nesta’s face as she figured out exactly what she meant.

“Thank you.” Nesta replied moving towards Feyre and pulling her into a hug.

“Don’t mention it, but why do I have a feeling that’s not all that’s bothering you?”

“The baby. I haven’t felt them move yet. Madja said they were supposed to around this time.”

“Some babies take longer than others, but we can check with Madja today to put your mind at ease.”

Nodding, Nesta was about to continue when Feyre’s back stiffened, the waitress coming over and setting their drinks down on the table surveying Feyre as she held a hand up, telling the waitress to give her one second before turning towards her with a smile.

“We need one more tea and another seat if you don’t mind.” Feyre asked putting in her food order along with the other persons as Nesta ordered her own food and turned to Feyre.

“Who’s coming?” Nesta asked as Feyre stirred her tea.

“Elain is on her lunch break and thought she would come join us before getting back to work.”

Nodding, Nesta took a sip of her water, the taste refreshing on her tongue.

“How is Nyx doing?” Nesta asked.

“Another tooth is coming in for him. He’s been fussy all week. Not even Madja’s advice is working.”

“Hopefully, this one comes in faster than his first one did.”

“Don’t remind me.” Feyre muttered taking another sip of tea.

“Any progress on the flying or the magic?” She asked.

“Flying, no. He won’t be doing any of that until he’s older. As for the magic, nothing yet. Madja said it could take time, but as you can imagine I’m fairly new to this.”

“Did Rhysand say anything about it?”

“He said it’s different for everyone. He didn’t get his until he was at least four or five. And he didn’t fully come into his power until later, so- I’m not going to worry about it until it comes up. Whatever powers he possesses makes no difference to me.”

Nesta nodded feeling the same way about her and Cassian’s child as she placed a hand over her stomaching wondering if they would possess their father’s powers or hers. Or a power entirely their own. She had no clue. None.

“Are you afraid?”

“Of?” Nesta asked her eyebrows raised.

“That your child will possess the same power as you, that your child will- “

“Have death powers?” Nesta finished rubbing her stomach. “I think of it all the time. Of course, the baby will have their father’s powers. Most Illyrians do, but as far as mine are concerned. I-I have no idea. I’m worried what kind of future that will entail. I know that kind of power isn’t easy. Even if you only possess a fraction of it. However, the case, I’ve continued my studies with Amren once a month. I may not be able to use the power while pregnant, but I want to learn about it as much as I can if not for me, then for my child so when the time is right, I can help them understand. So, I can help them.”

“Nesta- “

“I want them to have a better life.” She found herself saying struggling to find the words. The ones she hadn’t voiced. Finding the courage to say the words. “I want them to have a better life then we did. I want them-I want them to not have fear in their hearts. I want them to never feel scared or alone. Like they can’t come to me for what is troubling them. I don’t want to fail them like I-Like I failed you.” She admitted.

Feyre grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

“You were a child too, Nesta. You weren’t the only one who made mistakes. Learn from them, take accountability for them, but also remember that you’re allowed to make mistakes, you were older, yes, you could have done better, but you also weren’t the parent. Our parents failed us in ways too. They weren’t perfect. No one ever is. But just because we made mistakes doesn’t mean we stop trying to make things better. To make the world better for ourselves and those who will come after us. We might not always succeed, but without failure, we’d never learn. Thankfully, we have a while to figure it out.” Feyre smiled.

“Thank you.” Nesta whispered holding back her tears.

“I have no doubt that you will love this child Nesta. You’ve always loved more fiercely than myself and others could ever comprehend. All you need to do is have faith in yourself.”

“That’s easier said than done.” She admitted.

“You’ll learn. We all will.” Feyre smiled as a brush of lavender caught Nesta’s vision and she whipped her head towards Elain who sat down in the chair beside Feyre brushing the dirt from her gown.

“Busy day?” Nesta asked as the waitress popped up placing their food beside them.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” Elain answered gulping down her tea.

“How is Estelle’s garden coming along?” Feyre asked as Elain opened her mouth to answer her eyes filled with light and excitement before her body jerked, her eyes glossing over.

“Elain?” Nesta asked. She had no idea when she would get used to her sister’s visions of the future.

“The night phlox’s are in full bloom-“ Elain started looking towards Nesta. Brown eyes resting upon her. Seeing yet unseeing.

“Are they? How wonderous are they this time a year?”

“They’re beautiful, they-“Another jerk.

“Elain?” Feyre asked as Elain lifted a hand.

“She is born within the fields of the night phlox’s, the cries from her mother are heard throughout them carrying out to the battlefield beyond. She is born in a place of beauty, a place of peace amongst the bloodshed that surrounds her. She is the light in the darkness. Her parent’s salvation in a time of despair. How beautiful she is. How the worlds sing her name. Can you hear her calling to you Nesta? Can you hear the call of your daughter’s voice? Her summons as beautiful as any melody.”

Nesta’s hands flew to her stomach as Elain’s words flowed over her. Hitting her one by one. Tears of joy and anguish filled her. Her emotions all over the place. Elain gasped, her breath coming in deep pants as she looked to Nesta, eyes wide in shock.

“Nesta?” Feyre asked, caution in her voice.

“My-My daughter? I- Cassian and I are having a daughter?” Tears pricked the edge of her vison.

“I-I didn’t mean to reveal that. I-I can’t stop the visions. I-I’m sorry Nesta. You shouldn’t have found out that way.”

Nesta tried but failed to answer, not able to find the words. Her daughter. Their daughter. Nesta knew. Deep down she had always known. Like it had been destined to be this way. Like it had been written in the stars. But being inclined towards it and knowing it fully now were two different things. Cassian. She needed Cassian. Needed her mate, her husband, the father of her child their beside her.
Springing to her feet, Nesta wrapped her arms around herself using the breathing and every bit of mind settling she had ever learned to calm herself. Cassian was in Windhaven. He needed to concentrate, and he couldn’t if her emotions were all over the place. She would talk to him when he came home tonight. Would show him everything through the Veritas orb when she got the chance. A few hours. All she would have to do is hold out for a couple of hours. A gentle hand caressed her inside her mind as she let Feyre in. The calm washing over her as she sat back down.

“Nesta. I’m so sorry.” Elain cried as Nesta picked at her foot, her appetite long since forgotten, but took a bite anyway.

“It’s alright. You couldn’t help it. Did-Did you see her?” Nesta asked. Elain nodded.

“It was only a few glimpses of her, but-yes, I did see her. She’s-She’s beautiful Nesta.”

“As beautiful as the dawn.” Nesta murmured looking down at where her child-where her daughter was growing within her. “I-I don’t want to know what she looks like. I want to see my daughter for the first time when she’s born. If that makes sense.”

“Perfectly.” Feyre agreed as Elain’s shoulders slumped. Her guilt showing in her face. She took her hand and squeezed.

“I’m not mad, Elain.”

“You’re not?”

“No. I’m in shock, yes. I still had a month before I was supposed to know what the sex was, but I’m not mad. I- I guess I’m more nervous than anything. And I’ll have to tell Cassian of course. It’s not fair to keep these things from him. “

Nodding their understanding, her sisters squeezed her hands reassuringly

“We’ll finish up our food and take you to get some clothes before we go see Madja today.”

Nesta could only nod in answer as Elain stared at her.

“You have an appointment today?” Elain asked quietly.

“Yes.” Nesta answered her mouth going dry. “To see if the baby has wings.”

The words hung heavy between them, but the silence was enough to speak volumes.

Two hours later, Nesta laid on the bed, Madja’s hand flattening on her stomach as Nesta turned her head to the side her baby’s- Her daughter’s heartbeat filling her ears. As she took a deep breath and gazed upon her daughter’s face. Nothing in this world was ever so beautiful as Madja’s voice filled her ears.

“Your baby looks like their developing just fine. It may be another week or so before you feel any movement. Don’t get discouraged if you can’t feel them yet. Sometimes it takes time. From what we can see here, they’re moving around a lot in there.”

Her hands moved slightly and pointing out everything she could until she finally said. “And here is where your baby is developing their wings.” Madja confirmed, tears prickling the edges of her vision. As she looked at her daughter. Their daughter and her wings. She had wings. Just like her father.

“The baby has wings.” She stated looking at Feyre, her face going white. Knowing exactly where Nesta’s thoughts were going.

“Yes. They’re right here. It appears as if they’ll be nice and strong when the baby becomes full term. But we’ll know more at your next appointment and we’ll also be able to see the sex of your baby if you’re still interested that is.”

Forcing herself to nod Madja, the healer packed up her stuff, Nesta waited until the healer had long since left before she placed her hand on her stomach and the tears feel as Feyre made her way to the bed and pulled Nesta to her, her tears falling on Feyre’s chest.

“The baby has wings.” She whispered in the crook of Feyre’s neck.

Feyre knew what Nesta felt, knew the fear. Not of the child and the wings they would have, but the challenges that her daughter would face because of them.

“We won’t let anything happy to her Nesta. You won’t let anything happen to her. Cassian won’t let anything happen to her. And I swear Rhys and I will do everything in our power to make sure she’s safe. She has a whole force behind her, and she have the best parents to help her through it. “

“You think so?” Nesta asked looking up at Feyre.

“I know so.”

Nesta smiled as she laid there with Feyre knowing that soon she would have to tell Cassian. Soon she would tell him about their baby. Their daughter. She didn’t know how he would react. But she knew whatever the case. They would face it together.

Nesta sat on the edge of the bed after Feyre had dropped her off, the house giving her a heaping pile of food as Nesta inhaled the food wanting to think about anything besides the news she would have to tell Cassian when he came home.

The door opened down below, the shutting of it sounding throughout the house, footsteps pounding up the stairs as Cassian entered the room, his face one of pure annoyance.

“Rough day?” She asked as his eyes flickered to her own.

“The roughest.” He answered crossing over to her and sitting beside her hands on her stomach.

“What happened?” She asked wanting to hear about news other than her own.

“The disturbance in the camps and outside of it isn’t getting any better. Things are getting intense and…”

“You’re afraid of another war.” Nesta finished as his hands ran over the bump.

“Of course, I am. I always am. It’s even worse now because it’s not just me anymore. It’s not just my life anymore. I have you, I have the baby. Wh-What am I going to do if I get pulled into the fight? What happens if- “

Nesta placed her hand on top of his own.

“We’ll weather whatever storm comes our way.” She promised him as he squeezed her hand in reassurance.

“How was the appointment today?” he asked as she took a deep breath settling her mind.

“The baby has wings.” She found herself saying. A smile illuminated his face as bright as the dawn. Beautiful. He was so beautiful. And the joy in his eyes. She had never seen such pure and utter joy from him. Not since…

“The baby has wings.” He repeated his hand trailing over her stomach. She nodded, tears prickling her eyes. Ones of joy and sadness.

Opening her mouth to tell him, to tell him about Elain’s vision. She had to do this. She had to tell them about the possible danger to their child. He had a right to know. As if sensing it, he looked up wiping at her tears.

“Hey. Don’t worry. The baby will be alright. I’ll teach them how to fly and if not Azriel can. They’ll have the best teachers and… What’s wrong?” He asked forehead touching hers. “Nesta. Tell me. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“The baby- “She started swallowing, taking another deep breath. “The baby is a girl.”

“How-How did you know that? It-It’s too soon to- “

“Elain had a vision, about the baby-about our daughter- “She interrupted. “We’re having a daughter, Cassian.”

Emotions swirled over Cassian’s face shock, fear, regret, remorse, before it finally stopped on a look of love so intense it took Nesta’s breath away.

“We’re having a girl.” Cassian breathed looking deep into her eyes.

“We’re having a girl. “Nesta smiled wanting nothing more than to share the happiness of this moment with him before realization hit him.

“She has wings.”

Nesta nodded letting her tears fall. He knew, he always did. A look of fierce protection crossed his face.

“No one is going to touch her; I can promise you that. The Gods themselves can’t save a single person who brings harm to our daughter.”

“There’s more.” She admitted pulling out the Veritas orb and showing her that memory. Cassian’s face went utterly slack.

“A battlefield, she-She’s going to be born during a battle.”

Nesta nodded the tears flowed as he lifted her chin and brought his mouth to hers.

“The future can change.” He stated.

“What if it doesn’t?” She asked.

“Then we’ll weather whatever storm comes our way.” He answered, pulling a strand of her hair over her ear.

She opened her mouth to say something-anything, before she jerked up, Cassian doing the same.

“Did you just-?” Nesta asked as Cassian’s face broke in a grin.

“I did.” Cassian laughed as she felt another movement. Her and Cassian’s daughter. She felt her. Her baby girl. Their daughter. Nothing had ever brought her such joy. Nothing else. No one else mattered in that moment. That’s when she looked at Cassian and the words tumbled out.

“I want to make an unbreakable vow.” She started, Cassian’s eyes shot to hers, seriousness etching his features. More serious than she had ever saw him.

“What is it?”

“I want to do better, be better than my parents-my mother. I want our daughter to be born in this world knowing that her parents would do anything for her.”

“She will. Nesta, you know she will.”

“Please let me finish.” She pleaded, he stayed silent, and she continued.

“I know that my mistakes were my own, but I also knew my parents made their own. I’ve accepted that now, but it doesn’t mean that I still don’t remember the past. The feelings I bared, the feelings that you did. I-I don’t want our daughter to feel unloved. I don’t want her to feel neglected. That she can’t come to us with things that are troubling her I want to give her the best life. The one that she deserves. And that means putting her above each other as well.”

“Nesta- “

“My dad was destroyed when he lost my mother- He lost himself. If one of us dies. I don’t want what happened to me and my sisters to happen to her. I need you to swear to me it won’t. She must be our main priority. Always.”

His hand squeezed hers.

“I need you to swear to me the same thing. If I die in battle-If I can’t be there to raise her-I need you to promise me that you will continue without me, to live to tell our daughters the stories of her father. To help her remember me even when I’m gone.”

“I swear it.” She promised, his hand clasping on hers.

“Then I swear it too.”

“Forever.” She promised shaking his hand.

“Forever.” He swore as the shock passed through her, the tattoo forming by the tree on her back knowing that Cassian would have a matching one of her own. He turned her lowering down her dress, so Nesta could see it. The lightening coinciding with the tree on her back. Looking as if they were one. A promise marked. A vow that would never be broken.

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“What about Athena?” Cassian asked, a hand on her stomach as Nesta’s nose scrunched up.

“Feyre and Rhysand already named Nyx after a goddess. I don’t want to follow the same suite.”

“Noted. No naming our daughter after Gods or Goddesses.”

A kick from their daughter passed between them. She had been kicking a lot lately.

“I think she agrees.” Nesta smiled looking at the love consuming Cassian’s eyes.

“What about your mother’s name?” She asked. Cassian’s eyes snapped up to meet hers.

“You would name our daughter after my mother?” He asked.

“Of course, I would. From what you told me she was one hell of a woman and I know she meant the world to you. Just like our daughter will. “

“I would love to honor my mother by naming our daughter after her, but as a middle name, not a first name.”

Nesta’s eyebrows lifted in question, but Cassian answered.

“I have a feeling that the name won’t fit her specifically and as much as I loved my mother, I want her name to be important to both of us.”

“What was her first name?”

“Roxana.” He stated, his eyes glazing over going somewhere else, someplace else. Another time. She squeezed his hand in reassurance.

“It’s perfect.” She assured him, the baby kicking in approval, a chuckle escaping Cassian’s lips.

“Now we just have to pick a first name for you, my little warrior.” Cassian answered, he had made the habit of talking to their daughter as soon as Madja had told them that she could hear their voices.

Another kick answered his voice in return.

“I think she loves the sound of your voice. She isn’t nearly as active when it’s just us.”

“I just think she loves when I tell her war stories when you’re sleeping.”

“You tell her war stories?” Nesta asked.

“Just the tame ones. Mostly about the Gods, but don’t worry I don’t tell her the violent ones.”

“I appreciate that.” Nesta smiled running her fingers up and down his hand. He looked up at her as she lowered her head down. Their lips meeting in a kiss of pure love and passion.

Her lips parted as a moan sounded from the back of his throat.

“Nesta.” He whispered as she got on top of him.

“Make love to me Cassian.” She whispered bringing her mouth to his again.

“With pleasure.” He breathed moving his mouth in time with hers and the world fell away.

“I think I’m going to do it tonight.” Emerie stated making Nesta halt slightly, placing the last of the white lilies on the table.

Emerie had asked Nesta to help set up for Mor’s birthday party and she jumped on the chance to say yes. Cassian would be coming later, but right now she couldn’t pass up the chance to spend some alone time with one of her favorite people.

“Do what tonight?” Nesta asked, the smile on Emerie’s face illuminating.

“I’m going to ask Mor to marry me.” Emerie announced.

Nesta’s eyes widened in shock before her face settled into a wide toothed grin.

“Really?”

“Yeah. It feels …right.”

“Do you have the ring with you?” Nesta inquired.

Emerie nodded pulling out the small velvet box and showing Nesta the simple ruby ring that laid there.

“It’s not much, but- “

“I’m sure she’ll love it.” Nesta assured her, clasping her friend’s hands. “Have you told Gwyn?”

“No. Not yet, but I want as few people to know about it as possible. Which means no telling Cassian.” Emerie instructed fixing Nesta with a look.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Nesta promised as the door opened and Emerie shoved the ring in her pocket.

“Sorry I’m late, the lines were crazy.” Elain said rushing in with bags of food in her hands. Nesta jumped up and took one from her.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

“Feyre and Rhysand should be here soon. Feyre’s having trouble with leaving Nyx with the servants. It’s the first time she’s left him with anyone besides one of us.”

Nesta nodded her understanding knowing that in a matter of months she would also have to face that dilemma. She just hoped she would have a lot of time with her daughter before she would face that challenge.

“How is my niece doing?” Elain asked her hand going to Nesta’s stomach.

“She’s been very active today.” Nesta grinned running her hands over her bump. “She’s been kicking non-stop.”

“She’s started kicking?” Feyre asked making her way over to them. Nesta hadn’t even heard her come in.

“She has. It surprised me at first, but now I’m getting used to it. She’s more active when Cassian is around. You should feel her kick than.”

“Barely twenty-two weeks in the womb and she’s already a daddy’s girl.” Feyre teased looking pointedly at Rhys. “Nyx was the same way.”

“Just watch. She’ll also come out looking like Cassian just like Nyx looks like Rhysand.”

Elain had made it a point to stay silent on that one. She had already seen her daughter’s face and who she looked like, but Feyre answered.

“Figures we carry them in us for ten months only for them to come out looking like their dads.” Feyre answered, Rhys only shrugged.

Nesta ran her hand on the bump, her daughter kicking her, Feyre, and Elain in answer as Elain pulled her hand away, closing it. Afraid to reveal too much to Nesta if her visions revealed something again.

“If your visions reveal pivotal information about my daughter please don’t hesitate to keep me informed. I want to protect her however I can.”

Nodding, Elain squeezed Nesta’s hand as Feyre squeezed the other. Nesta knew it would take a while for them to repair what years of miscommunication had broke in their family, but she would do everything in her power to keep on trying with her sisters.

The door opened as Cassian emerged from it, clad in his night court finery. A look that had always made her mouth water. He gave a nod of greeting to the others before making his way over to Nesta, Elain, and Feyre. Azriel close on his heels, Elain’s gaze sweeping over him.

A dazzling smile crossed Cassian’s succulent face as Feyre, and Elain took a step back so he could pull Nesta closer.

“Hello mate.” He murmured placing his hand on her bump. “Hello my little warrior. How are my girls doing?”

“As good as expected. She’s been super active today, so much that she’s been pushing on my bladder.”

“Giving mommy a hard time with those round house kicks.” Cassian cooed making Nesta’s heart soften.

As if she had heard him, another kick answered making Nesta wince at the force of it.

“Seems to me like she’s practicing in there already. Just wait my little warrior when you’re old enough, Me, mom, and everyone else will train you how to be a warrior proper. If that’s what you want to do.”

“What’s that?” she asked pointing to the bags she hadn’t seen earlier.

“Well one if Mor’s present and the other is for you.” He replied giving it to her.

“You got me a present for Mor’s birthday?” She teased as he handed it to her.

“Not exactly.” He answered as she took the bag and opened it with a laugh.

“You got me chocolate cake?”

“What can I say I have your pregnancy cravings down to a science.”

“I appreciate that. Thank you.” She said leaning up and kissing him, short and sweet. Before grabbing the fork, he had put in the bag and digging in.

“I don’t even want to ask what else is in that chocolate cake.” Rhys stated. Cassian shrugged.

“Should it matter?” He asked, Nesta licked her lips
.
“No. I just remember how random Feyre’s were. “

“They weren’t that random.” Feyre argued earning a look from Rhys.

“You almost threw a shoe at my head because you didn’t have any milk for your chicken.”

Cassian cringed slightly at the thought but decided not to say anything about it. Nesta’s craving weren’t that much better.

“I’m going to see if I can’t help Emerie with the food.” Elain said as Azriel looked at her.

“I’ll help.”

“Alright.” She stated as they made their way towards the kitchen, Rhys observed them with watchful eyes. She wondered what that was about.

“So, when does that birthday girl show up?” Nesta asked changing the subject.

“Around six.” Feyre answered looking carefully over her shoulder as if Mor would pop up and ruin her own surprise party.

“In that case, we better get the rest of this party set up.” Nesta replied slipping her hand in Cassian’s and taking him over to Emerie to get their next task.

“Surprise!!!” The room erupted startling Mor who had been holding onto Emerie’s hand. A hand went to her chest as a smile bloomed on her face.

Cassian went over to Mor pulling her in a tight hug.

“Happy birthday.” He gleamed ruffling her hair.

“Thank you.” Mor smiled stepping back and interlacing her fingers with Emerie’s once more.

Cassian stepped back over to Nesta throwing an arm over her shoulder and pulling her closer.

“You did all this for me?” Mor asked turning her attention to Emerie whose blush settled across her cheeks.

“Of course, I did. My girlfriend deserves the best after all.” Emerie stated squeezing her hand tighter and kissing her cheek.

“You make me the happiest girl in the world.” Mor answered another blush answering her compliment.

“Do you think we should leave them alone?” Cassian muttered as Nesta took in Mor and Emerie who were staring at each other as if they were the only two people in the world.

“I think it would be in our best interest.” Nesta replied taking his hand and leading him over to where Gwyn was having a conversation with Viviane, taking note of Nesta as they approached.

“Hey Nesta, Cassian. Viviane and I were just having a conversation about what winter solstice is like in the winter court. I’ve never been, and I’ve always wanted to visit for a solstice.” Gwyn stated earning a genuine smile from Viviane.

Nesta couldn’t help the smile that formed on her lips. That when she met Gwyn two years ago, the thought of going anywhere besides the library terrified her. But now she had made more of an effort to go out and about. She still had trouble with the thought of leaving the night court in general, but this was progress.

“I bet it’s lovely around this time of year.” Nesta replied as Viviane looked at her.

“We’ve been getting hit hard with a few snowstorms, but we’re managing. Holly keeps me on my toes that the time passes by faster.”

Kallis and Viviane’s daughter had been born three months after Nyx had been Nesta recalled. The daughter was just as beautiful as her parents and from what Nesta had heard the Winter Court absolutely adored her.

“Have they told you what you’re having?” Viviane asked gesturing towards her bump.

“Madja says it’s a girl.” Cassian gleamed. He always loved telling people.

“How wonderful. You two must be excited.” Viviane replied.

“Of course. We can’t wait until she’s here.” Cassian stated.

Viviane answered with a nod before turning her attention back to Gwyn and Nesta.

“I heard you two along with Emerie were working on reforming the Valkyrie. How is that coming along?”

Gwyn’s eyes shone with pride.

“We’ve missed Nesta these past few months, but we’re building our ranks. Progress is still slow, but nothing worthwhile is ever easy.”

“No. It’s not.” Viviane agreed.

Nesta had heard a lot about Viviane and what she had to do to keep her court afloat. The female had sacrificed so much. Not just for her mate, but for her court as well. Nesta couldn’t help but admire her.
“Viviane!” Mor exclaimed throwing her arms around her dearest friend. “Have I introduced you to my girlfriend, Emerie?”

“Girlfriend? It seems like you and I have a lot to catch up on.” Viviane teased giving Emerie a quick once over before saying “Hi, I’m Viviane. High Lady of the Winter Court.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” Emerie smiled looking over to Mor.

“Have you seen Elain?” Feyre asked coming up behind her and making her jump slightly.

Frowning, she turned to Feyre searching for any signal of worry or impending danger.

“No. I haven’t seen her for a while. Is something wrong?”

“No. Not at all. I haven’t seen her since she- “Feyre halted her words stiffening slightly.

“I’ll help you look for her. I need some fresh air anyway.”

She squeezed Cassian’s hand leaving him to converse with the others as she and Feyre made their way out to the walkway that led out to Elain’s garden. The moon illuminating the path as Feyre broke the silence.

“How are you holding up? Truthfully.”

Nesta let out a deep breath and turned to Feyre.

“I feel-like my emotions are all over the place, some days I’m overjoyed, I’m excited and elated, because I want to meet her and share this journey with Cassian, but another part of me- “

“Is terrified?”

“Exactly. And Cassian is so happy, and I want to share everything I’m feeling with him, but there are some things that I’m feeling that he can’t understand.”

“I can try my best to help you with that.”

“We started to toss around names for the baby today.” Nesta admitted and without her even needing to say it, Feyre understood.

“And it pained you that mother’s name never came into consideration?”

“It didn’t feel right to me, not after- “

“I understand.”

“A part of me is angry.” Nesta admitted, but Feyre stayed silent. “A part of me is angry because it’s not supposed to be this way. She was our mom, and some days it felt like-like she was all I had. But I know now that that wasn’t true. Some parts of her-of how she treated all her daughters, you especially. It wasn’t right. None of it was right.”

“Our mother made her own choices, but it doesn’t mean we have to follow in her footsteps. All we must do is not lose sight of what truly matters. “

“That’s easier said than done.”

“I know what you’re thinking-but Nesta, you are not our mother. I see the love that you feel for your daughter, it was the same love I felt for my son, I sense your concern for her. And I know you’ll put her first no matter what it cost you. Elain and Cassian can see it too. You just need to have more faith in yourself.”

“I pray to the mother that you’re right.”

“Did you ever decide a name for her?” Feyre asked passing by the rose bushes careful not to scratch herself on the thorns.

“Not yet. I suggested Cassian’s mother’s name, but he said he would prefer it to be her middle name.”

“It must have meant the world to him that you even considered it.”

“I know how much he misses her. I wish I could have met her.”

“I wish I could have met Rhysand’s mother too. She made most of the dresses I wear.”

“Really?” Nesta asked surprised.

“What can I say, she was a hell of a woman from what I heard.”

“How did you decide Nyx’s name? Like was there ever a specific feeling?”

“As much as it may sound cliché, you just know when you know. It may come to you during a specific moment, but when it finally does. It’ll sound perfect to you and to Cassian.”

Nesta nodded about to start on another conversation as a gasp came from further up in the garden.

“Did that sound like-?” Feyre started.

“Elain.” Nesta confirmed as they rushed to where they heard their sister thinking she needed aid until they found her stopping dead in their tracks as Elain pushed Azriel off her pulling back up the top of her dress, a deep blush settling on her cheeks at the interruption. Nesta had no real clue what to say. She knew Elain and Azriel had a flirtation. Knew that Azriel had given the necklace intended for Elain to Gwyn, but she didn’t know that they were still-involved.

“Feyre. Nesta. What are you two doing out here?” She asked a bit flustered.

“We could ask you the same question.” Nesta teased.

“What’s going on?” Another voice asked as Nesta and Feyre turned to see Mor and Emerie walking hand in hand, Emerie shoved the ring she was about to pull out back in her pocket seeming more than a little annoyed. “Azriel? Elain?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake is everyone going to come into the garden. Is the whole party getting moved here or what?” Elain bulked. Nesta had never seen her so annoyed.

“Emerie wanted to see how the gardens were coming along.” Mor explained.

“I didn’t think anyone would be out here. Sorry for the interruption. We can leave if you two- “

“Don’t bother.” Elain spat making her way back to the house shoving her way past everybody.

“I should go check on her.” Azriel murmured following her back inside.

“We should get back as well.” Nesta blurted out grabbing Feyre’s arm. She knew why Emerie had wanted to take Mor out to the rose gardens, and she didn’t want to ruin her friend’s big moment. “We’ll see you two later.”

Emerie waved them off grabbing Mor’s hand as Feyre and Elain made their way back to the house, Feyre muttered something about needing to use the bathroom as Nesta made her way back to Cassian.

“Hey.” She smiled.

“Hey. If you’re still looking for Elain, she came back in here like a bat from hell. I’m not sure what that was about.”

“Let’s just say there are some things that I can’t even tell you.” Nesta smiled as she looked to where random guest were slow dancing to the music.

“In that case, care to dance?” Cassian asked outstretching his hand out to her.

“I’d love to.” She smiled grabbing his hand and leading him onto the dance floor. She always loved dancing with Cassian.

“I could dance with you forever.” Cassian admitted pulling back to look at her. “It reminds me of when we first danced together.”

“That’s a memory that I could never forget.” She stated remembering that night. How Cassian had pulled her away from Eris. How he made the room fall away. How he made everything fall away. Just with one look.

And seeing him now, she loved him. She loved him more than any force in this world besides one other. The child that she would soon bare. The proof of the music between their souls.

“That’s it.” She whispered suddenly everything falling into place.

“What’s it?” Cassian asked.

“I have an idea for her name.” She said pulling him closer and whispering it in his ear. He pulled back placing a hand on her abdomen.

“I love it. What do you think, Little warrior?”

A kick answered him as Nesta smiled.

“I think we found our daughter’s name.” Cassian agreed. Love in his eyes leaning down to kiss her feeling as if they were the only three in the world.

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“I’m sorry we’re closed for-oh hey, I didn’t think I’d see you until solstice.” Emerie stated before Nesta had stepped into the well heated shop, snow clinging to her golden-brown hair as she ran a hand over it. The snow melting on her fingers. It had started to come down rapidly out there.

“I didn’t think I would see you until Solstice either, but Cassian was summoned up here this morning by Devlon and Rhysand, so it appears as if we may be staying in Illyria for a couple days until everything gets sorted out. So, I thought I’d stop by and see what you were up to while I wait for him to get done with his first meeting.”

Nodding her understanding, Emerie went over to a short stack of packages that were adorned with ribbon and wrapping paper placing them on a cart as she pated one turning back to Nesta.

“You’re just in luck. The store is closed for Solstice week, but I was just about to make my way down to the village to visit some of the houses and drop off a few gifts to the women and children. If you’re interested that is. It may be a good opportunity for you to acquaint yourself with some of the females here before- “She trailed off her eyes shifting to Nesta’s swollen abdomen.

Nesta placed a hand over it, gently running her fingers along it. Her daughter kicked at the touch letting Nesta feel the outline of her foot as Nesta smiled. Nesta and Cassian had only briefly touched upon the subject of their plans for the future. At least where Illyria was involved.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want her daughter to learn more about where her father came from. To be one with the mountains like her father was. It was that every time Nesta broached the subject with Cassian, he would always turn it to something else. He had discussed primarily raising her in Velaris surrounded by their family. Perhaps when they were alone tonight, she would discuss it with him.

“Where are we heading first?”

Fires lit the village around them, the flames roaring with life as Nesta settled her mind while her and Emerie passed them listening to the laughter of the children around them instead. She had improved on her fears with fire, but there were still times where it troubled her to be around them.

Eyes settled upon her and Emerie, the whispers of two female voices floating through the air making there way to them.

“Witch. Probably carrying one as well. Couldn’t expect anything less from a low born bastard.”

Nesta stiffened her eyes focusing on the two women who were sitting by the fire. A babe in one of their arms. The one who had spoken. She was about to go over to her, when Emerie grabbed her arm shaking her head.

“They’re not worth it.” She reminded Nesta who was about to agree before one of the females spoke.

“Oh, come on Emerie. I want to hear what the legendary viper has to say.” The women challenged. Hazel eyes flickering over Nesta, chin raising slightly as she tossed her long braid over her shoulder. The babe in her friend’s arms cooed slightly. Barely three months old from the looks of it.

Emerie rolled her eyes, pivoting towards the women, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Don’t you have better things to do than antagonize a pregnant woman Annika?”

Annika cocked her head to the side, a smug look crossing her face as she rose to her feet making her way towards them. Nesta straightened, her posture going stiff, ready for the challenge, but it was Emerie who Annika addressed.

“She looks fine to me. Besides I’m simply here to make conversation.” Annika smirked.

“Conversations usually happen face to face not behind ones back.” Nesta spat. Annika’s attention now solely on her.

“Then let me repeat myself. You don’t belong here witch. And neither does that child of yours.”

The words struck Nesta deep hitting Nesta so hard that she bared her teeth at the female.

“I’m here because of her father, you know the general who fights on battlefields to keep you and the others safe. To keep everyone safe. So, the next time you try to insult my daughter and my mate make sure you remember that.” Nesta retorted coldly, the female giving her a low laugh.

“Maybe next time you should remember that you are in a village full of women who are married and mated to warriors. Warriors who have also fought and died beside your mate. He’s not special just because he’s of higher rank and is favored by the high lord.” Annika spat but she wasn’t finished.

“And before you start, I remember your mate, my mate fought beside him for years. Up until the Battle of Hybern where your mate avoided that cauldron blast while mine was reduced to ash. Blown to bits like he didn’t exist at all. So, you should keep your fucking tongue behind your teeth. The women here will never accept you. And like you and her bastard of a father, your daughter will never have a place here. Do I make myself clear?”

Nesta straightened not knowing exactly what to say. What could she say that wouldn’t make things worse?

Annika’s mate had died on the battlefield. And Nesta knew the only reason Cassian had survived was because of her.

“I’m truly sorry for your loss.” She started, but Annika held up a hand.

“I don’t need your fucking pity. Just get the fuck out of my face, witch.”

“Come on Nesta, Let’s go.” Emerie said, looking at Annika before her and Nesta walked away, she waited until Annika was out of earshot before saying.

“Are you okay?” She asked tears threatening to prickle Nesta’s vision.

“No. I-It’s my fault.” She whispered looking over the village. The women dutifully ignoring her.

“Annika spoke out of anger, losing Prometheus nearly destroyed her, as the loss of her child did.”

“Was her child- “

“Miscarriage. She was barely ten weeks when- When she heard about Prometheus. She lost the babe that night.”

Shame hit Nesta hard, Shame at the words she had thrown at Annika.

“You didn’t know.” Emerie said patting her shoulder. “And Annika didn’t have a right to throw those words about your child and mate at you. You were not the one who killed him, Hybern was.”

“I can’t blame her. I know firsthand what it is like to speak out of anger. To take it out on people who are not at fault.”

“You learned just like she will, but don’t blame yourself for what you can not change. Use it to propel you in the future. To make the world better than what you left it.”

“The blast still haunts my memories, still creeps into my nightmares. I can still see it, remember Cassian’s face when-“

“Have you spoke to Cassian about this?” Emerie asked.

“Every time I try, I-I remember that look on his face. His shame. And I feel responsible for causing him such pain.”

“You saved him.”

“I will always do my best to save Cassian. To not fail him like I failed others.”

“We can not know success without facing failure, but I know I’m not the one you need to discuss this with. Try again with Cassian and if you struggle to find the words just remember that it haunts him too. And perhaps talking to him about it will help lessen that pain. That guilt. But it won’t happen if you don’t try.”

Nesta nodded words evading her as Emerie took her hand and squeezed.

“Come on. Let’s drop these off.” Emerie smiled as they moved forward going towards their next destination.

Emerie stopped by the cart by the door of their last destination, a small house on the out skirts of the village surrounded by other homes, one drawing Nesta’s eye. She was about to ask Emerie about it when the door flung open and a woman who was no older than Nesta answered, holding two babes in her arms. Twins if Nesta assumed correctly. A smile blossomed on her face.

“Emerie. Thank goodness that you’re here.” The female smiled, her green eyes flickering to Nesta. Nesta prepared herself for the usual disdain but it didn’t come.” Hi, we haven’t met, I’m serenity. And these are my children, Shiloh and Kazimere. I would shake your hand, but mine are a little- “

“It’s quite alright. I understand- “Nesta assured resting her hand on her abdomen. “I’m Nesta.”

“Oh, I know, you and your other sister are the ones who killed the King of Hybern and you’re also our High Lady’s sister. I’ve heard of you.” Serenity smiled, no look of disgust crossing her features.
“Serenity, Who- Oh hey, I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, Nesta Archeron.” A familiar voice said as Nesta looked beyond Serenity to see Balthazar coming up to them, placing a kiss on Serenity’s cheek and taking Shiloh from her.

“Hello Balthazar, Long time, no see. How have you been?”

“I’ve been doing alright. A lot has changed since I last saw you.”

“Like the fact that you have a mate and two children?”

“Wife.” Serenity corrected. Balthazar smiling down at her. “We knew each other before the Rite. Said he’d propose to me if he made it through it and now here, we are.”

“And I see things have changed for you as well.” He added eyes flickering to her stomach. “The last time I saw you, you weren’t with child.”

Nesta grinned running her hand along the bump.

“She took me and her father by surprise. I wasn’t planning on getting pregnant this early in our mating, but I’m happy regardless.” She admitted.

“A beautiful baby girl, how exciting, Shiloh over here is a hand full, but I love her regardless. Have you chosen a name?” Serenity asked.

“We have, but we’re waiting until she’s born to tell people.” Nesta confirmed. Her daughter sending a kick to her hand.

“Balthazar! Serenity! It’s rude to keep company waiting on the doorstep especially one with child. Invite the poor things in before they collapse on their feet.” An elder female voice called as Balthazar opened the door wider for them.

“Come on in, we were just about to start on super. You two must be famished.” Balthazar smiled.

“We wouldn’t want to intrude.” Emerie started, but Balthazar raised a hand.

“It’s no trouble at all. Besides, we miss the company. You wouldn’t believe how scarce conversation becomes when your children are born.”

“Only if you’re sure.” Nesta smiled as Balthazar opened the door wider and Nesta and Emerie came in.

Nesta took in the small two-bedroom house, a sense of charm to it as the elder woman set eyes upon Nesta.

Three long scars ran down the elder woman’s face. One blue eyes, and one brown one stared back at her.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you King Slayer. You are quite the talk of the village. Don’t fret. I’m not one to judge others based off the opinion of others.” The woman assured, gesturing to the chair across from her. “Please have a seat.”

Nodding, Nesta sat down, Emerie followed suite.

The woman’s smile illuminated her face, the joy from it reaching her eyes.

“Pollux’s Quite an interesting choice of flower for a field.” The woman stated, Nesta’s spine going rigid.

“How did you know- “Nesta started, but Serenity answered.

“Balthazar’s grandmother is an oracle. She senses a lot of the future. She even foresaw mine and Balthazar’s union.”

Serenity looked over to Balthazar whose smile grew.

“It was quite the story.” Balthazar mused as his grandmother pursed her lips.

“Well don’t leave her in suspense boy. Tell her the story.”

“It was around the summer solstice and the village had gathered around to celebrate, I had looked over and had caught Serenity’s eye. Her smile is what caught my attention first, and I swore when she smiled at me, my heart skipped a beat. I didn’t know much about her. My grandmother had smiled at me then and said. “What are you for boy? Go talk to your future wife.’ So, I did, we’ve been together ever since.”

“How long ago was that?” Nesta asked.

“Five years.” Serenity smiled interlacing her fingers with Balthazar’s.

Nesta smiled. Serenity leaned in kissing Balthazar on the cheek and making her way towards the kitchen.

“So, you’ve seen my daughter’s birth? My sister has also.”

“Ah yes, the seer. The wind has whispered to me about her. It has also whispered about you and your youngest sister. But it whispers to me about your daughter the most.”

“Do you know why that is?”

The woman smiled looking at Balthazar. “Do you mind getting me some tea dear? I would like to talk to Nesta alone.”

Emerie caught on the indication as well and both her and Balthazar left Nesta and the elder woman alone.

“Do you remember the night of your daughter’s conception?”

Nesta bulked looking for the words to say when she finally said,

“I was on contraceptive tea when she was conceived. I-I wouldn’t know what time- “

“May I?” The woman asked gesturing to her baby bump as Nesta’s cheeks flushed, but she allowed it.

The woman’s hand rested upon Nesta’s abdomen, eyes shifting, seeing, yet unseeing before she pulled her hand away, eyes looking back at Nesta.

“She was conceived in a garden, one your sister made for you as a housewarming gift. There was a storm, a thunderstorm on the night of a full moon. I can also see Orchids beside you. Interesting flowers orchids. Did you know they symbolize love, passion, and fertility?”

Nesta remembered that night fondly. The garden, the moonlight. Her and Cassian had been sitting on a blanket in the garden watching shooting stars up above. Cassian whispering at her to make a wish kissing her neck. After she had closed her eyes and made one, his lips met hers with a kiss. They had made love in the garden that night surrounded by those orchids. Even the rain that had begun to wash over them didn’t hinder their lovemaking.

Nesta rested her hands on her bump, her daughter was conceived that night, but something still sat in her mind.

“Why does the wind whisper to you about her?”

“Legend has it that most Illyrian children conceived in storms go on to become great warriors. Your daughter is no exception. And her power…”

“You can sense my daughter’s power?”

“Not all of it, but I can sense some of it.”

“Does-Does she have my power?”

“She has a mixture of yours and Cassian’s power. She also has her father’s heart, but her mother’s mind. Take from that what you wish, but do not trouble yourself over it. “

Nesta nodded leaning back, she thought the woman was done, but she had more to say.

“Things won’t always be this hard. Your daughter’s life will be full of love and laughter, some days will be hard, but she has a multitude of people to get her through it. You and your mate especially along with her siblings.”

"Siblings?"

“Yes siblings, I’ll spare you the details because I leave some surprises alone, but she will not be the only child with General Cassian that you bare. Also, before you ask, the house across the way is empty, perhaps taking a gander at it would be within your and the general’s best interest especially if you want a house in Illyria.”

Nodding, Nesta would discuss it with Cassian as Balthazar brought back the tea, handing it to his grandmother and smiling at Nesta.

“Dinner is dome whenever you two are ready.” Balthazar added as the grandmother smiled.

“Come on girl. Let’s get that baby of yours fed.”

Cassian ran his hand across his face, rubbing at his temples, teeth slightly bared as he spat at the other soldiers to leave him and Devlon be tired of them observing their constant back and forth. They had been at it for hours and the last thing he needed was onlookers gawking at them. It was finally time to talk to Devlon alone.

At Cassian’s command, the other scattered leaving Devlon and him alone. Devlon straightened, his stance purely warrior.

“Is there a reason you sent soldiers away during a meeting? Doesn’t that defeat the purpose?” Devlon challenged, his grin making Cassian see red.

“Is there a reason you keep undermining me in front of them?” Cassian spat back, his temper rising. He was done playing nice with Devlon. It had been hours. Hours and they had gotten nowhere. “We need to find a way to work together Devlon. I don’t want to see more of our warriors die on that battlefield.”

“Death is inevitable especially in our line of work. Or have you forgotten that?”

He’d had enough. Enough of Devlon’s backhanded insults. Cassian straightened.

“I have been walking beside death my whole life Devlon. I have been training since I was old enough to walk. I have fought on multiple battlefields and watched several people I’ve grown up with die. How can I ever forget that?”

“Sometimes I wonder if you’ve forgotten where you started. Sometimes I wonder if you forget who you are.”

“You know nothing of who I am.” Cassian warned.

“Don’t I? I have known you since you came here Cassian. I trained you and gave you and your brothers a fair shot. I treat you like I treat the others and yet you resent that.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Ever since the war, I have gotten nothing but resentment from you. And I know that I fucked up. I know that I let you and the others down. But I am trying my hardest to make it up to everyone. It is one of the greatest burdens I bare. And if you don’t think so, then maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

“You went back on your warrior’s vow. You deserve to be disgraced. Or have you forgotten your own words when you said that if you died defending those who needed it most, it would be a death well spent. How could you speak those words and leave your unit to die?”

The words hit Cassian low and hard. Darkening something within him. It was something that he would always hate himself for. But he was done with others reminding him of that failure. He couldn’t change the past and he would feel this for the rest of his life, but it didn’t mean that he couldn’t move forward, couldn’t learn from this, and use this knowledge to fix his mistakes.

“I heard my mate’s screams, felt her fear and pain-“

“And that’s an explanation?”

“What if you were in my position? What if it had been Aspen screaming for you? What if you thought she was in danger? What if she had a connection to the thing that the king was using against us? I saw that cauldron hurt my mate many more times than I would like to count. I saw the life it drained out of her every time it was used. Saw how much pain it put her through…”

“Don’t you dare use Aspen to justify your actions.”

“I’m not justifying them. I take full responsibility for those deaths. I told the families of those soldiers everything I could, and I will gladly take their harsh words and blame if it will help lessen their pain. Those deaths still haunt my dreams. My mates screaming my name still tears at my heart. The bond is the strongest force in this universe. A mate’s first instinct is to protect their own, I regret the loss of those soldiers. Truly. It’ll haunt me for the rest of my life, but I-I need to move forward. Need to make sure that no child must face the pain of losing their father, to make sure that a wife does not have to bury another husband. I will do my best to make up for it, but it won’t happen if you don’t give me another chance.”

“Their forgiveness is not in my hands. That is something you have to earn.”

“Then I’ll fight like hell to earn it.” Cassian swore grabbing the map and shoving it back in his bag.

“Where are you off to?”

“I’m going back to my mate. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Devlon nodded as Cassian exited the tent knowing that not everything was fixed between them, but maybe perhaps it was a step in the right direction.

Soft kicks flooded her stomach as Nesta put the book she had been reading down resting her hand on top of it, she had been home alone for a while, parting ways with Emerie and promising to see her again before her and Cassian departed, but Cassian had not been home yet, and the room was now dark except for the fae light.

Sighing, Nesta lifted her shirt watching her daughter move within her as the door opened and Cassian strode in, the dark look on his face changing as he gazed upon Nesta and their daughter crossing his way towards them and kneeling beside her resting his hand where their daughter moved.

“Hello, my little warrior, did you and mom have a good day with Aunt Emerie?”

Something softened within Nesta’s heart at the sight of Cassian talking to their child, at him referring to Emerie as their aunt. His other hand found hers interlacing their fingers, stroking her hand with his thumb.

“It was better than expected. We went down to the village today.”

Cassian stiffened. “No one gave you trouble, did they?”

Nesta sighed not wanting Cassian to lose that look on his face. The one of pure and utter content when he was with her and their child, but Emerie’s words still echoed. Reminding her that this was something they both needed to discuss. To talk about. She couldn’t keep putting it off to make it go away.

“I ran into Annika today; do you know her?”

A sense of grief filled Cassian’s features as she sat up squeezing his hand.

“It’s alright. You can tell me. I promise I won’t break.” She assured as his hazel eyes board into hers.

“Yes, I know Annika. I was the one to tell her about Prometheus’s death. He was-“

“In the blast.” She finished.

“Did she inform you that her husband was in my unit?”

“Yes. It came out when we-When we argued.” Nesta admitted the shame creeping back into her, but she had to push through it. This wasn’t just about her. This was a conversation that her and Cassian needed to have for a while. She just needed to get through it.

“What did she tell you that upset you?”

“She-She spoke ill about our family, and she spoke out of anger, but so did I. I was-“

“Defending me. Nesta, you don’t have to- “

“No. Cassian, you-you don’t understand. I- “She took a deep breath as Cassian squeezed her hand.

“I promise I won’t break.”

“I blame myself. For what happened during the blast. I-I should have found a better way to warn you. To make sure it wasn’t just you who survived. But- when I saw the blast heading towards you-towards your unit- I- “She struggled, tears falling down her face, as Cassian wiped them away.

“You discovered our bond during that moment.”

“I always had a feeling before that, like I told you before, but I-I realized you were my mate at that moment. Or rather I could no longer deny it. I felt it for the first time when-when you were cut open. I felt this primal need to get to you- to tear down anyone who stood in my way, of you- you were injured and when I couldn’t see you- I- “

“Wanted to rip everyone’s throat out?” He finished a small smile crossing his lips. But that look still haunted his face.

“You are not to blame for the loss of those men.” She stated. Their daughter sent a kick to his hand.

“Nesta- “

“If you are to blame then I am also. If you want to blame yourself than I will share in that blame. I will take that burden you bare, and we will get through it together. We always will. We are a team, your burden is my burden, your pain is my pain. You are my mate, and I am yours. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make sure that you don’t feel alone in this world. “

Tears prickled Cassian’s vision as his lips met her own. “Thank you.”

She grasped his hand, getting up off the couch and pulling her shirt down, reaching out her hand towards him.

“I have a present for you. For solstice, but you have to come with me first to find out what it is first.”

“An adventure. Sign me up.” He smiled taking her hand as Nesta took him to his solstice present.

Cassian stepped into the foyer of the house looking around, he had been in this part of Illyria before, but had never stepped foot in this house. He looked at Nesta who smiled. The house had brown hard wood floors and it was empty of any furniture. Though it did have a fireplace with three bedrooms and a kitchenette. It felt. Perfect.

“Did you hide my solstice present in here?” He joked, she stepped closer, a key in her hand placing it in his palm.

“You're inside of it.” She smiled as realization hit Cassian.

“You-You bought us a house?”

“I thought we’d need a place in Illyria-for when our daughter gets older and starts training here.”

“You want her to train here?”

“I want her to be able to make that choice, to know about where her father and uncle trained. I-I don’t want to keep her from any part of herself. And- I know how much sometimes you want to stay here too. How much you want to make this world a better place for her. I want us to try. “

A rush of emotions filled Cassian’s chest as he grabbed Nesta’s hand intertwining their fingers.

“Then by all means, show me our new home, mate.”

The smile on Nesta’s face grew, the light in her blue-grey eyes shining as she walked him over to the archway. Running a hand over it.

“Here is where we’ll mark our children’s growth. I figured once a year would do nicely.”

He rested his hand on it.

“Children?” He grinned as she leaned against the archway placing a hand on her stomach.

“I may have met an oracle today. “

“Did you want more children?” He asked tilting her chin up to meet his eyes. He had never asked her if she wanted a child past their first one.

“Yes. I- I at least want three.”

He pulled her closer. She met his eyes smiling. “Three does seem like a good number.”

He leaned down to kiss her, but she jerked away, eyes widening, face going wide with concern and confusion.

“Nesta?” Cassian asked growing concerned.

“This- She-she doesn’t feel like she’s kicking, and this isn’t her trying to turn over or move. I-I can’t place what she’s doing Cassian. I- “

“Nesta, hey. It’s okay. Tell me what it feels like.”

Nesta took a breath placing a hand on her abdomen.

“It feels-Like a fluttering sensation. Like someone is trying to tickle me or- Why are you grinning this is serious.” Nesta said as Cassian placed a hand on her stomach feeling what she felt. Confirming his suspicions.

“Little warrior, you have to stop scaring your mother like that.” Cassian cooed, his daughter answering him making Nesta jerk more.

“What is she doing? What-What am I feeling? Cassian- “

“It’s her wings. She’s stretching them out.”

“I-I’m feeling her wings.” Nesta smiled resting her hands where she could also feel their daughter. The sensation no longer causing her fear. “Her wings.”

Cassian swore he had never seen such an exquisite look on his mate’s face. One of pure joy and all-consuming love. Love for their child growing inside her. One she would move heaven and earth for.

“What if they don’t accept her?” She whispered, arms folding over her stomach protectively.

He grasped her hand squeezing it reassuringly. “Then we’ll carve a place out for her. She’ll find her way, her place in this world like we did ours.”

“How do you know?” She whispered.

“Call it a feeling.” He said kissing the palm of her hand. “We’ll have to return to Velaris for Solstice, but we’ll you come with me to do something before that? I do it almost every year around this time and I’ve never- I’ve never taken anyone, but- I want to take you.”

“I’d be honored.” She smiled leaning in, He kissed her. And somewhere in that kiss, they made this house a home.

The cold air whipped around Nesta, her hair blowing in the wind as Cassian sat her down gently tucking in his wings while Nesta surveyed the mountain they had landed on.

“Where are we?” She asked.

Cassian grasped her hand, taking a deep breath before saying,

“This is where my mother-This is the place where I come to pay my respects to my mother. To honor her. The only real clue I have of where- “Cassian stopped struggling to find the words, the tears flowing as Nesta placed her hands on his face, touching her forehead to his. He inhaled her scent, his heart calming.

“You wanted me to meet her?” She said as his hand rested on her abdomen.

“I wanted her to meet you and our daughter. I want to-I don’t want to do this alone anymore. I-I want all us to come up here. I want our daughter and all our other children to know her.”

She grasped his hands, tears streaming down her own face. As she reached into the bond letting those gold strings of light flow into him, to bring him some semblance of peace during this time. To let him know that she was there, just like he had done for her so many times.

“They will.” She assured as his hazel eyes captured hers. “You don’t have to go through this alone. We’re here. I promise.”

She rested his hand where their daughter was kicking, and it was as a magic not entirely her own was lending strength to him as well. His eyes widened, the look on his face taking her breath away. As he led her to where his mother laid and she held him , lending him that strength knowing that she wouldn’t break.

Chapter Text

Thunder ripped and raged from the skies above, lightening ready to strike with quick swiftness as Nesta’s daughter moved within her. Restless. As if aware of the storm raging outside.

“Can’t sleep?” A voice asked behind her as Nesta turned to see Elain, her eyes bloodshot and tired.

Nesta stiffened, ready to ask if she was alright. Elain lifted a hand.

“I’m fine. I’ve just been having nightmares recently. Nothing for you to worry about.”

“Are you sure? I know how bad your nightmares can get.”

Elain opened her mouth ready to answer the question as swift footsteps sounded down the stairs and Feyre looked at them both, a question on her lips.

“What are you doing down here? It’s three AM in the morning?” Feyre asked coming closer folding her arms over herself.

“I had one of my night terrors and I was in the midst of asking Nesta why she was up, but she’s avoiding the question.” Elain answered, eyes shifting back to Nesta.

“Is there something wrong Nesta?” Feyre asked looking her over.

Sighing, Nesta put a hand over her stomach, her daughter still moving, wings fluttering against her making her wonder if she’ll ever get used to the feeling of her daughter’s wings.

“The baby becomes more active when there’s a storm rolling in. I swear to God she loves them. She always wants to be awake during them. She hasn’t stopped kicking, moving around, or stretching out those wings of hers ever since it started.” She mused, her daughter shifting positions in response. Her wings brushing against Nesta’s hand, her smile growing wider in answer.

“You felt the baby’s wings?” Feyre asked surprised.

Cassian and Nesta had arrived at the Riverside Estate late in the evening, Cassian had been so busy catching up with Rhys and Nesta had been so exhausted that she had went upstairs to take a nap and had not woke until the storm had started, Cassian’s arms wrapped around her, his face buried in her neck, hand on her abdomen. She hadn’t even heard him come in. She hadn’t even spoken with her sisters except to exchange brief hello’s.

“Yes. Earlier this week. I didn’t even know that they were her wings at first. I thought something was wrong, and Cassian had to assure me that it was just her stretching out her wings.” Nesta ran her hand along her bump once more. “It was one of the most amazing things I’ve ever experienced.”

She didn’t tell her sisters about the other thing she had felt in those mountains. Hadn’t told them that her daughter had somehow manifested enough magic to also communicate with Cassian. She hadn’t used words, but the implication was there and they both had felt it.

“What does it mean?” She had asked after it had occurred the second time.

“She may be Daemati.”

“But...how..neither of us are..”

“I can ask Rhys if he knows anything about this. Perhaps it’s because of…”

“My connection with the mother? Or my connection to the cauldron.”

“Perhaps. We won’t know more until we ask.”

“What does it feel like to you? The magic?”

“It may sound cliché.” He smiled as his hands roamed her stomach.

“I’d love to hear it.” Nesta assured running her fingers across his hand.

“It feels like the first rays of dawn. Like a healing energy.” Something like realization hit him. “That’s it.”

Nesta’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

“What’s it?”

“Helion. He can help. And if not, he probably has something in his library that could help.”

“We’ll have to ask Rhysand if he can- “

“He’s coming to Solstice.” Cassian replied taking Nesta aback.

“Helion?” Nesta asked.

“Yes. Rhysand invited him.”

“Oh Gods.” Nesta groaned rolling her eyes slightly.

“I’m sure he’ll keep the flirting to a minimum. “

“One could only hope.” Nesta smiled as Cassian leaned in and kissed her softly.

“We’ll figure out what’s going on. I promise.”

“Nesta?” A voice asked sending her out of her memory.

She looked up to see Feyre looking at her questioningly.

“Sorry. I was lost in thought. What were you saying?”

“I was saying how Nyx used to do that all the time. It was strange for me at first too, but after a while.”

“Did you ever feel anything else?” Nesta asked taking her by surprise.

“Just some kicks, him moving around, and the wings, but that’s all. Why do you ask?”

“I felt… something else the other day.” She admitted.

Feyre cocked her head to the side as Elain looked between the two.

“Come on. Let’s talk in the kitchen. I’ll make us all tea like the old days.” Elain offered making her way to the kitchen, Nesta and Feyre following her.

Nesta sat at the table, Elain rummaging through the cabinets as Feyre sat in the chair beside her.

“What did you feel?” Feyre asked. The kettle whistling in response.

“I don’t know how it’s possible, but I-I felt magic that wasn’t my own. I think it was the babies. If such things are even possible.”

“I didn’t feel anything like that in my pregnancy, but I’m sure something like that has happened to others. What does it feel like to you?”

“It felt like-like she was trying to reach with her magic. To communicate in her own way. It doesn’t make sense. Neither Cassian nor I can communicate with our minds.”

“Well according to Rhys, every fae is different, and they can have abilities that differ from their parents if they’re-“

“Cauldron blessed?”

“That’s one way, but some children are blessed by the mother. They’re few and far between from what I’ve heard, but not impossible.”

“What if she’s one of the exceptions?” Nesta asked as Elain plucked the kettle from the stove and made them their tea.

“We’ll worry about that when it comes to it.”

Nesta nodded sipping on the tea that Elain had set beside her.

“Can we change the subject?” Nesta asked wanting to talk about anything else.

“You said you had one of your night terrors. What was it about?” Feyre asked Elain, her bloodshot eyes now looking somewhat clear.

Elain stiffened slightly, eyes flickering towards Nesta, but continued.

“I saw a land pillaged by flames. There was blood, so much blood. I swore I could smell the awful stench of scorched flesh. And the blood- “Elain shuddered. “It felt like it was a part of the earth, like it was soaked into it. It was abhorrent.”

Elain sipped at her tea trying to soothe herself while Nesta and Feyre exchanged looks.

“Did you recognize where you were?” Nesta asked gently.

“No. I’ve never been there before. I couldn’t recognize it.”

“Do you think it was a vision?” Feyre asked as Elain shrugged.

“I could never tell. For our sakes I hope not.”

Nesta ran her hand gently up her bump, her daughter starting back up as Elain sucked in a gasp.

“Elain?” Nesta asked, but she knew what had happened. Knew what Elain had felt before she could even share the words.

Her eyes rested on Nesta’s stomach placing her hand a top of it. Her face seeming more at ease.

“I could feel her magic. It may just be an educated guess, but I think- I think she may be a healer.”

“We could ask Madja during her next visit. I’m not sure if a healer could sense another healer, but it doesn’t hurt to ask.”

“Cassian said something about Helion coming tomorrow. Do you think he may know something about it?”

“He might. It wouldn’t hurt to ask him if anyone would know anything. It would be him.”

Nodding, Nesta sipped on her tea then gasped slightly as a shot of discomfort flowed through her startling her. The teacup smashing to the ground.

“Nesta!” Feyre exclaimed, rushing to her side. “What’s wrong?”

“I think-“But before she could answer, she heard rushing down the stairs. They turned their heads to see Cassian standing in the threshold, eyes wide, wings splayed out ready to do whatever was necessary. Nesta breathed, the discomfort finally easing up.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” He asked rushing to her side, Feyre barely getting out of the way in time. “Is it the bab-“

“We’re fine. Madja warned me that I might start experiencing false contractions. It’s nothing to worry about. It just took me by surprise.”

Cassian’s wings lowered, relaxing slightly, but still alert. Always the trained warrior.

“If you charged down the stairs like that during a false contraction. I can only imagine what’s going to happen when I’m in labor.” She teased, a smile blossoming over her face.

The smile that answered her back was illuminating as Cassian looked at each of them.

“Why are you all up this early?” He asked hands going to Nesta’s stomach. If her daughter wasn’t active before she certainly was now.

“You know how she gets during storms.” Nesta mused watching her daughter shift. “I could hardly sleep when she feels like she’s doing backflips in there.”

“Why didn’t you wake me? I could have helped settle her down enough for you to sleep.” He stated.

It’s a very active storm Cass. She would have kept us both up. Besides, you’ve had less sleep than me today and you need your rest seeing as how in a few short months we’ll hardly be getting any of it.”

A smile lit Cassian’s face. A picture probably forming in his mind.

“She’ll be worth every sleepless night.”

Nesta’s heart softened at those words about to say something to him before a wail sounded from upstairs. Feyre sighed about to go check up on Nyx before placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“I can get him if you want a break.” Nesta assured.

“Only if you’re sure.” Feyre added looking over at Cassian.

“I’m positive.” Nesta smiled before turning her attention to Cassian. “You should go back to bed. I’ll be back up when I get Nyx and the baby settled.”

At her assurance, Cassian made a slight nod, giving her a brief peck on the lips and bidding her goodnight before heading back upstairs to their room. She watched him go before looking back at both her sisters. Nyx’s cries still filling the air as Elain said.

“We’ll still be down here if you finish and are still not tired.” Elain assured, Feyre nodded in agreement.

“Let me know if he asks for me.” Feyre added.

“I will.” She replied sending a brief wave to her sister’s before heading upstairs to check on Nyx.

Starlight illuminated the dark bedroom as stardust settled into Nesta’s hair and shoulders. She dusted it off as Nyx’s soft whines sounded from the bed. He was sitting up in it, eyes soaked with tears as Nesta made her way to him.

“Aunt Nes?”

“Hey buddy. I’m here. What happened?” She asked sitting on the edge of his bed closest to him. He snuggled himself into her.

“I had a bad dream.” He murmured soaking her nightgown with his tears.

“Did you want to talk about it?”

Nodding, he took a deep breath and started.

“I dreamed that mommy and daddy got hurt. That they- That they left me alone.” His words strained on his tears as Nesta ran a hand over his back and hair to soothe him. “Wh-Where are they?”

“Mommy is downstairs, and daddy is asleep. Did you want me to get them for you?”

“No. I-I just wanted to know if they were okay.” He said.

“Only if you’re sure, I can get one of them for you if you really want me too.”

“I’m sure.” Nyx answered, but Nesta could sense there was still something troubling him.

“I have nightmares too.” She admitted as he looked up at her.

“You do?” Nyx asked his eyes wide.

“I do. Even grown ups have nightmares from time to time.”

“Is that why you’re up? Because you had a nightmare?” He asked.

“Not tonight, but your cousin is being super active in there. Did you want to feel?” She asked. Nyx nodded placing his hand on her stomach.

“Woah.” He exclaimed, amazement filling his eyes making Nesta chuckle. “What is she doing?”

“Well right now, she’s turning herself over in there, trying to make herself comfortable.”

“Does it hurt you?” Nyx asked in curiosity.

“Sometimes it does. Sometimes her foot will push against my ribs, but I got used to it. And then sometimes she’ll push against my bladder and it makes me have to pee.”

Nyx’s laughter filled the air making Nesta smile.

“What do you do to beat the monsters in your dreams Aunt Nes?”

“I remember there’s always a way to beat them. You may accomplish it one way, maybe another, but as long as you never give up hope you can conquer any monster.”

“How do you keep hope?”

“You remember the things that you care about the most.”

“What do you care about the most Aunt Nes?”

Before Nesta could answer, the door crept open and a tall form slipped through, hair tangled as violet eyes stared back at her.

“Dad!” Nyx exclaimed, his wings fluttering with excitement. Making her wonder if her daughter would have the same reaction to Cassian.

“Hey bud what are you doing up?” Rhysand asked. As Nyx climbed out of Nesta’s arms and into his.

“I had a bad dream, but Aunt Nes helped me through it.”

“Did she now?” Rhys smiled, eyes flickering to Nesta who was now standing up.

“Yeah, she helped me a lot.”

“Enough to where you can go back to bed?” Rhys inquired as a sad smile crossed Nyx’s face.

“But dad- “

“No, but dad-you need sleep. If you don’t go back to sleep now, you’ll be too tired for solstice. Don’t you want to go with me and your uncles tomorrow for the snowball fight? You can’t if you’re too tired.”

Nyx’s eyes widened, climbing back into his bed, Nesta tucking him in.

“Goodnight Aunt Nes. Thank you for your help.” He smiled.

“Anytime buddy.” Nesta smiled helping herself up as Rhys’s eyes looked towards her.

“Thank you.” He said after they left Nyx’s room. A question was still in his eyes.

“It was no trouble at all. Feyre is downstairs with Elain if you were wondering.”

“Why are you all up? Is everything-“

“We’re alright. Elain had one of her night terrors and the babe won’t stop moving because of the storm, and I never really asked Feyre why she was up. Maybe she has a sixth sense and knew me and Elain were up.”

“Feyre likes to wake up early in the mornings to paint. It’s the only time she gets to herself now a days.” Rhysand admitted.

“That makes sense. Hell, it may even be a good idea for later.” Nesta smiled running her hand up and down her stomach.

“Has she settled down yet?” He joked, It had been a while since they had had a conversation about the baby.

“Not yet. I swear she becomes her father’s daughter more and more each day.” Nesta observed making Rhys chuckle.

“Well hopefully she’ll let you sleep some.” Rhys stated.

“One could only hope. Goodnight Rhysand.”

“Goodnight Nesta. Thanks again for your help.”

Nesta nodded going back downstairs to the kitchen halting at what she saw.

“What the hell-“ Nesta asked as her sisters turned to her covered in flour. Nesta clamped a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing.

“Elain was getting a start on making the cake, I wanted to help- it didn’t go as planned.” Feyre admitted, Elain sighed.

Nesta smirked. “What did you guys do? Bathe in the flour?”

“Feyre just had to insist on taking it from me.” Elain sighed. “But of course, I wasn’t prepared, and we ended up dropping the flour instead. I’ll have to run to the market when they open in the morning.”

Feyre nodded moving towards the broom so she could sweep it up.

“Were you heading to your art studio before you saw us?” Nesta asked. Feyre bit her lip.

“Yes. Who told you?” Feyre asked, her eyes hiding a secret, but Nesta didn’t want to press her for what it was about.

“I had a run in with your mate.” Nesta confirmed. Feyre nodded.

“I see. I should probably wash up and get a head start to the day. “Feyre stated gazing at the sun breaking through the horizon. Had they really been up that long?

“A shower sounds like a good idea for me too. I don’t want to be covered in flour when I go to the market.” Elain remarked as Feyre swept up the rest of the flour. Nesta looked outside, the storm had settled, and her daughter was now calm. Finally, asleep if she guessed correctly.

“In that case I should probably get some rest unless either of you want my company while you’re out..” She asked. Elain and Feyre exchanged looks. What was that about?

“I’m only going for flour.” Elain smiled it feeling a little forced. She looked towards Feyre.

“I work better when I’m in the studio by myself.” Feyre answered. She felt as if neither of her sister’s were entirely telling her the truth. What were they up to?

“Only if you’re sure.” She started.

“Positive.” Both her sisters said in unison. Yep. Definitely up to something.

“In that case I’m going to enjoy a few precious moments with my mate before he goes off for the snowball fight. I’ll see you two later.” She replied.

Nesta spared one last glance at her sisters before heading back upstairs to rejoin her mate. Let them keep their secrets.

After Nesta and Cassian had enjoyed a few moments alone together trying to be a as quiet as they possibly could before Cassian left a sleeping Nesta in their bed. The sight of her more breath taking than anything he’d ever seen.

He placed a kiss on her forehead telling her he’d be back later. He left with words to the servants to take care of both his girls if Nesta woke up before he came back.

‘Cassian.’ A voice in his mind said. Feyre.

‘Tell the bat that I’m on my way.’ He replied.

‘That’s not what I meant; Rhys knows you like enjoying your time with Nesta. I just need you to make sure that Nesta doesn’t come to the house of wind until I’m back at the river house. I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise.’

‘Noted. Is Gwyn there to help out?’

‘Yes. It’s her, me, Gwyn, and Emerie.’

‘Just make sure you all leave at different times. We don’t want to ruin her solstice present.’

‘Wouldn’t dream of it.’

Cassian closed off their conversation as he headed to where Azriel, Rhys, and Nyx were.

“Prepared to lose?” Azriel smiled as Cassian rolled his eyes.

“I already beat you once Azriel. Don’t make me do it again.” Cassian gleamed. Azriel smiling in response.

“Everyone knows you broke my streak because you got lucky.” Azriel teased. Cassian knew what he meant by that.

“Mating bonds are a thing of wonder.” Cassian replied going over to where he would be positioned, Azriel going to his. While Rhys took Nyx to where they would be fighting together, helping him form a snowball, showing him how before placing it in his hands instructing him where to throw. Cassian longed for the day where he could share this moment with his daughter.

Azriel smirked getting into position as Cassian took his position preparing himself and focusing on the mayhem ahead.

Nesta had awaken a few hours later as Cassian came into the room untying his scarf and stripping himself of his clothes. Her eyes fisted on his naked chest, her own heaving in response.

“How was the snowball fight?” She asked marveling at every inch of his naked torso. Her hormones all over the place. A hint of amusement in her voice.

“It went as well as expected. Nyx and Rhys won this round and Nyx actually has a killer throwing arm. Maybe he’ll finally be the one to break Azriel’s winning streak.”

“Azriel must be devastated.” Nesta mused as Cassian made his way to her sitting beside her on the bed. His hand slipping beneath her robe onto her bare shoulder, finding nothing except her naked flesh underneath. His eyes darkened. The scent of his arousal filling her nostrils calling to her own. Damned hormones.

“Completely but talking about Azriel’s fragile ego is not what I want to be doing right now.”

Her breath hitched. The bond driving her instincts damn near feral. She swallowed once as his hands found the strings of her robe untying it, exposing her naked flesh. His eyes traveling down her naked body. Full of want and desire.

“What did you want to do?” She breathed lost in that damned heated gaze.

His wicked smile grew, his fingers circling her sensitive nipple making her body cry out in intense pleasure. Another smirk.

“Right now, I want to wrap my head around your legs until you wraith in pleasure on my tongue.” He breathed; her head emptied as he laid her onto the bed her robe falling away. Her desire for him written all over her face as she spread her legs wider.

“Then by all means, Mate. Go ahead.”

When her body was spent and limp with pleasure, Nesta climbed off Cassian, the remanence of him trailing her, running down her legs as both calmed their labored breathing. His lips found her collarbone pressing a gentle kiss to it, her nipples perking in pleasure. She swore she would never get her fill of him. She wanted him this close. Always.

“That was-“ He breathed, a smug smile crossing her face.

“I know.” She smirked.

She had to admit no matter how enjoyable of a feeling it was when Cassian dominated her, she found a different kind of pleasure when she felt him moaning underneath her. Loved riding him, seeing who could find their pleasure first. Loved claiming him like he claimed her. Burying herself within him.

Sighing she allowed herself a few more moments withy her mate before she pulled away slightly turning her head.

“We should really shower before everyone arrives for solstice.”

A wicked grin crossed Cassian’s face.

“Only if I can wash that beautiful hair of yours.” Cassian smiled running his fingers through the strands of it.

“Sounds like a plan.” She agreed, a kiss to his chest before she sucked his nipple lightly making him groan.

“Keep doing that and we’ll never make it out of this bed.” He claimed. His eyes darkening again.

“It might be worth the risk.” She said moving closer to him, claiming his lips. Swirling her tongue around his as a deep growl rippled from his chest, tasting her, ready to claim her yet again before a loud knock sounded at their door startling them.

“Cassian! Nesta! Get your butts in gear! People actually want to see you two today!” Mor shouted, giggles erupting from a person who Nesta assumed was Emerie. Cassian groaned in disappointment.

“Busted.”

He buried his face in her hair inhaling her scent. She smiled.

“Let’s get ready mate.” She smiled. A smirk of satisfaction crossing Cassian’s face.

When Cassian and Nesta emerged, showered and cleaned, Mor, Emerie, and Gwyn sat in the sitting room, Gwyn's eyes lightened as she saw Nesta and she rushed up to give Nesta a tight hug.

"About time you two showed up." She smirked looking over to Cassian. "It's like you're trying to keep your mate to yourself today."

Cassian slung his arm over Nesta's shoulder pulling her close.

"What can I say, she's hard to resist." Cassian stated pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Well seeing as how you've had her all morning, you wouldn't mind if Emerie and I take her for a couple of hours." Gwyn challenged. The light filling her eyes.

"Of course not. It'll give me and Mor time to catch up on plans for her and Emerie's wedding." Cassian answered looking at the ring flashing on Mor's finger.

Mor smiled as Emerie gave her a quick kiss before getting up and heading over to Gwyn and Nesta. Gwyn looping one arm around Nesta, Emerie taking the other. Ready to go with her sister's in arms anywhere.

"You took me to my house?" Nesta asked as Mor waved at them taking off to go rejoin Cassian. What was going on here?

"It's as good of a place as any to hang out." Gwyn smiled making her way to the door. Nesta exchanged a look with Emerie taking her key to the house and unlocking the door shocked to seer Feyre and Elain standing there. Feyre covered in paint. Elain matching her.

"What's going on?" Nesta asked surprised to see all of them here.

"We have a solstice present for you. Well it was Feyre's idea, but we've all been working on it since you were in Windhaven." Elain explained her long hair flowing.

"What have you been working on?" Nesta asked as Feyre extended her hand.

"Come upstairs and we'll show you." She smiled as Nesta took Feyre's hand.

They all went upstairs until they stopped on the floor where her and Cassian's bedroom was located. They passed it going to the room next to it. A room they had decided would be their baby's when she arrived. She looked at Feyre as her sister twisted the knob, Nesta stepped inside the room as her breath caught, hand clasping over her mouth as she took in the room.

She felt like she had stepped outside during a storm, her hand going to her stomach as she took in the rain clouds painted on her daughter's walls. Lightening strikes and trees painted on them. The furniture including the crib in grays, purples, and pinks. The scent of orchids filling the air calming her. She turned around and saw Ramiel painted on another wall, the clouds and lightening looking as if they were one with the mountain. the ceiling seeming like it was made out of clouds.

Tears sprang in Nesta's eyes, her eyes snagging on the dresser similar to the one Feyre had painted for them, but the drawers were designed differently.

The first drawer looking like the room itself, lightening running across it. For her daughter, she realized. For the thunder storms that she loved. The second drawer designed like a galaxy. The paint a mixture of pink, purple, blue, and black flexed with stars, and the third one had a tree with a waterfall behind it, nature surrounding it. Filled with so much detail that Nesta couldn't believe it.

"You did this?" She chocked out past her tears.

"Of course. Only the best for my niece and sister." Feyre smiled

"How did you think of the last two drawers?" She inquired. Deep down knowing what they represented. The future her and Cassian would have. Their children.

"It just came to me." Feyre answered as if she knew where Nesta's mind wandered.

Nesta pulled Feyre into a hug. "Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too."

"But there's more." Gwyn said giving Nesta a book similar to her, Nesta, and Emerie's. "Your children's stories deserved to be told too."

A lump formed in Nesta's throat as she hugged Gwyn and Emerie.

Elain smiled. Nesta knew she had supplied the orchids. Had taken them from the garden reminding Nesta of that night. She looked at her sisters, Love swelled in her chest. For her sisters. Her family.

"Happy Solstice Nesta." Feyre smiled the others smiled as a light breeze was sent to her by the house.

They all gathered around hugging her close allowing their love to flow through her.

When Nesta stepped back into the Riverside Estate, Cassian enveloped her with open arms.

"I take it they gave you your solstice present?" He asked, lips pressing into her hair.

"You knew?" Nesta asked. Her eyes still shone with tears.

"I may have helped out out with the room. How else do you think they knew about the orchids?"

Nesta smiled lifting herself up on her toes and meeting his mouth. She could lose herself in those kisses. Lose herself in him.

"Alright you two, come join the others before you two need to find a room again." Emerie teased looping her arm in Nesta's as she walked to the sitting area. Cassian following behind them,

Rhysand and Azriel sat beside each other, whispering to one another, Cassian's back arched slightly tense as he pressed a kiss to her cheek before he went to go see what the conversation was about.

Emerie squeezed her hand reassuringly taking her to where Gwyn was sitting on the couch. reading the latest novel for her book club.

"Good book?" Nesta teased as Gwyn lowered it giving her a glower.

"Of course it is. I was just about to get to a really juicy part." Gwyn answered, a chuckle escaping from Emerie's lips.

"We'll let you get back to it then." Emerie answered clasping her hand on Nesta's shoulder as she made her way to Mor, throwing her arms over her shoulder as Gwyn went back to her book.

Sighing Nesta went to the kitchen pausing as she saw Elain elbow deep in doe.

"What are you up to?" Nesta asked, Elain looking up at her.

"I'm making Feyre's birthday cake." she answered. "Do you want to help?"

"I'd love to." Nesta smiled as Elain handed her an apron.

"Ready to get your hands dirty?"

"You know it." She smiled following Elain's instructions until a kick flew so hard to her stomach that Nesta gasped, Cassian coming into the kitchen to make sure if they were okay. His eyes never leaving her.

"We're fine. Your daughter is just practicing in there again." She smiled. His wings settling back in place.

He strode over to them swiping a bit of batter off Nesta's cheek and bringing it to his mouth tasting it. Nesta swallowed.

"You should eat something." Cassian suggested, his eyes meeting hers. "You've been on the go all day, and you know how you and the baby get when you don't eat properly."

He placed a hand on her stomach, a set of kicks going to her open palm.

"I will. I promise." She smiled giving her a light kiss. "Is something wrong?"

His eyes flickered over to Elain as if telling her that he couldn't tell her here.

"I'll be back." Nesta told Elain who gestured for her to go ahead and let them do her work.

She followed Cassian out to the garden, hand on her stomach to soothe herself.

"Azriel's shadows picked up on a disturbance in the Autumn court."

Nesta stiffened slightly. The Autumn court. Azriel's shadows wouldn't report back from there unless-

"Is Eris-?" She started.

Nesta had never been particularly fond of the fae male, but seeing as how he was their closest ally, she knew what would be at stake if he was ever found out. to him and to them.

"We're not sure yet. Azriel is sending a few of his spies out to check on things. To make sure things are still in order in the autumn court."

"What happens if they aren't?" Nesta asked as she looked at Feyre through the window holding Nyx up with his wings splaying out, giggling. Her sister's smile as bright as the stars that hung in the sky.

"Than we'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Cassian assured hands on her abdomen, swollen with life with their child. Knowing exactly where Cassian's mind wandered, the words he didn't say.

"It'll start another war, won't it?" Nesta asked. Looking at Cassian, his eyes still focused on her abdomen. Focused on their daughter. She knew what he was struggling with. She grabbed his hand. "Cassian."

"If Beron discovers Eris's alliance with us. He can call for a war on us. On the night court. And if there is a war-"

"Then the night court will need their general." Nesta finished, a kick radiating through her. The urge to fight back tears.

"It might be alright. It could simply be just a disturbance, I-"

"I know you don't want to leave us. I-I don't want you to either, but you are the general to these armies. And sometimes-sometimes we have to do things we don't want to-to keep our daughter safe. And part of keeping her safe is keeping her home safe too. Whether that be Velaris or Windhaven. We'll get through this. Together." She promised the tears finally falling.

"I-I don't want our child to lose her father." Cassian whispered his own tears falling.

She kissed him gently. "We'll do everything in our power to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Promise."

"Promise." She whispered kissing him again.

"I love you, Nesta."

"I love you too, Cassian."

Before he could say more laughter and gasp erupted from the living room as Nesta and Cassian headed to check what was happening.

Nesta opened up the door gaping at what she saw as she clasped a hand over her mouth to hide her own smile.

"He's flying." Feyre smiled as Nesta glanced at Nyx his wings flapping in the air. A sense of pride and accomplishment on Rhys and Feyre's face.

"That he is." Nesta answered joy filling her and her family filling like they were at home.

By the time night fell, all the guest had gathered around the house as Helion stepped through the door along with Lucien who glanced at him. Wondering what he was doing here.

"It's nice to see you again Lucien." Nesta smiled, As Lucien nodded in greeting going towards the kitchen to possibly go see Elain.

Nesta sighed turning towards Helion.

"Lord Helion." She nodded, Cassian standing beside her.

"Lady Nesta. You look just as breath taking as ever." Helion stated looking over to Cassian. "My mother will be devastated."

Nesta looked over to Cassian confusion filling her face.

"Inside joke."

he mused. His face buried in her neck. she hummed.

"If it's any condensation, pregnancy becomes you."

"Thank you." She smiled.

"Have they told you what You're having?"

"It's a girl?" She grinned.

"How wonderful. Hopefully she'll inherit her mother's beauty." Helion smiled looking at Cassian.

"One could only hope." He mused, "Especially the hair."

Her smile grew at the compliment. Cassian had always loved her hair.

"Well I think she'll inherit most of her father's physical features." Nesta challenged.

"Who am I to go against a mother's judgement?" Helion smiled Cassian agreed.

"Now that pleasantries are exchanged Rhysand said that you two wished to speak to me." Helion said. His tone serious.

"Our daughter-We can sense her powers." Cassian admitted.

"I see." Helion's eyes flickered to Nesta's stomach. "May I?"

Nesta nodded Helion touching her stomach as Cassian tensed behind her. Preparing himself in case harm came to his child.

"This won't hurt her, I promise. Alright little one, let's see what's going on."

Nesta felt it then her daughter's magic answering to Helion's.

"Fascinating. " Helion stated removing his hand.

"Do you know what her-" Nesta started.

"I can sense quite a few, Do you know if one of you have healing magic?"

"I may possess some of it. Why?"

"Your daughter is a healer. That much I've gathered. Her other powers however, I have no clue. It looks as if she's hiding them from me."

"Can she do that?"

"She's only seven months, her powers are still forming as well as her mind, but her healing power is one I can pick up at this current stage and one that she feels comfortable enough to show. It'll be easier to tell when she's born."

Nesta nodded. Her daughter was a healer. There was still so much about her daughter she didn't know yet, but she was elated by this news.

"Thank you Helion." Cassian said, the high lord of day smiled.

"Enjoy this time while you can you two. They're only little for so long." He suggested seeming like he was in a different place, a different time.

Cassian pressed a kiss into Nesta's hair.

"Helion." Feyre smiled. Nyx in her arm.

"Hello cursebreaker. I take it this is your son." Helion smiled walking with Feyre into the sitting area as Nesta turned to Cassian.

"She can heal." Nesta smiled light shining in Cassian's eyes.

"She can heal." Cassian smiled. " Shall we head in there mate?"

Nesta slid her hand in his as they walked into the sitting room laughing and enjoying each other's company. Nesta leaned into Cassian one hand stroking Nesta's hair, the other rubbing her stomach.

Presents were exchanged and opened, Nesta handed a small box to Feyre, who smiled at her.

"You got something for me."

"Go ahead and open it."

Feyre smiled opening the small present as her smile brightened at the miniature jewelry box.

"Did you put this together yourself?" She smiled looking at the jewelry box that looked like their dresser.

"I attempted to paint it. It didn't come out so well."

"I love it." Feyre smiled hugging her sister. "Thank you."

Nesta opened her mouth to say something. Anything. Before one of Azriel's shadows frantically floated to him. The spymaster stiffened.

Rhysand stood up at full attention. Nyx asleep on his lap looking so peaceful.

"Azriel." Rhys said. Cassian stiffened at the tone.

Azriel's eyes shifted to Lucien. Nesta sucked in a breath. It was solstice. This couldn't be happening during solstice.

"Lucien, I'm-"

Elain's eyes went to Lucien. As did Helion's. Had Elain foreseen what had happened? What this was what her night terror was about?

"What is it? What's wrong?" He asked.

Azriel looked back at Rhys.

"It's Beron-He-He figured out. What Eris was doing."

Cassian's breath caught. Nesta's hand tightened on his.

"What is it Azriel? What happened?" Lucien asked desperation in his voice. "Is Eris-"

"No. Not Eris." Azriel said a lump forming in his throat.

"Who was it Azriel? Who did my father kill?"

"Lucien, I don't think you should-"

"Dammit Azriel! tell me who my father killed now!"

"Your mother. Beron killed your mother."

Time stopped. The world stopped.

"The Lady of the Autumn Court is dead."

Chapter Text

Her heart slammed against her chest, breathing becoming more difficult, coming in short, panicked gasp as Cassian’s hand found hers clinging to it tightly. Her light in the darkness. Her teether.
It wasn’t until Lucien let out a high-pitched wail, collapsing onto his knees, and burying his head in his hands before letting the tears fall. His grief radiating through the room. It was then that the initial shock wore off.

Elain was the first one of them to spring into action, moving with quick swiftness over to Lucien, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder. He shrugged away from her; his eyes filled with a fiery rage.

“Stay away from me.” He snapped. Elain retracted her hand.

“Lucien, I- “Elain started before he stood up, she took a step back. Nesta tensed along with Feyre.

“No. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to play the dutiful mate when my life is falling apart just to make you feel better.”

Elain flinched. Not sure what to say. How to fix it.

“She’s only trying to offer you comfort. It’s what mates do.” Helion said surprising everyone. His eyes glassy with tears.

Lucien chocked out a bitter laugh.

“Do mates also sleep around with other males? Males who they would rather be with then their mates? Oh wait, I forgot, you and my mate would know a lot about that.” Lucien challenged. Shock filling Helion’s face. Elain followed suit.

“Did you really think I didn’t know? About wither of you?” Lucien bit out a laugh. Rhysand tensed.

“Lucien, this isn’t the time or- “

“Stay out of this!” Lucien snapped. Rhysand growled before Feyre squeezed his hand. The room warmed. Too warm. She knew this feeling. It was his rage. Nesta exchanged a look with Cassian who nodded.

“Lucien, I need you to calm down.” Feyre said, her voice changing to the tone of the High Lady. Nesta couldn’t tell if she was using her Daemati powers on him.

“This is me calm, Feyre. And this is none of your business.”

“This is my home; you are my guest and Elain is my sister. You will not speak to her that way or to Helion. Do I make myself clear?”

“No.” Elain said making them all turn to her, back straight. “I want to hear what he has to say.”

Everyone was hesitant, but let Lucien continue.

“I see the way you look at him. It’s the same way I wished you looked at me. The same way Helion used to look at my mother. I’m not an idiot. I’ve seen what a failed mating bond looks like. I’ve seen how miserable it can make a person. How miserable it made my-my mother.”

Elain threw her arms around Lucien and pulled him into a hug.

“I’m sorry about your mother.” Elain whispered, holding him close.

“How could he do this? How could he- “He stepped out of Elain’s arms looking at Azriel. “What happened to Eris?”

“Lucien, I don’t think this is ideal- “

“You’re sleeping with my mate, the least you could do is be honest with me. I-I need to know.”

“He found out what Eris was doing. He found out and called Eris to him. Eris was-He was beat to a pulp and the last thing Beron made him see before he was swept into unconsciousness was him-him slitting your mother’s throat.”

Bile rose in Nesta’s throat, her stomach twisting, Cassian rubbing circles on her hand. A habit she noticed he only did when he was fighting every urge within him. He hated it. The cruelty of this world.

“Is Eris-Is he alive?”

“Yes, but Beron-He-He threw him in the human lands.”

Lucien stiffened. Cassian now on full alert.

“We need to get him back. If the humans discover him in his current state-“Lucien started. “Is there a way you or Rhysand can use your daemati powers to-to contact Vassa. She may be able to get to him before it’s too late.”

“She’s not within the range for us to contact her.” Feyre confirmed.

“So, what, we just sit here and do nothing while my brother gets murdered?”

“Now we go after him. Get him to where Vassa is.” Rhysand ordered. Nesta squeezed Cassian’s hand. Feyre running her fingers through her sleeping son’s hair.

Lucien nodded. “I’ll-I’ll show you the way then.”

“Lucien, you’re not thinking clearly. Maybe you should stay with- “Cassian started before Lucien whirled around looking at him.

“He’s, my brother. I’m going. No matter our past, the last thing I want is him dead.”

“Then we better get a move on.” Cassian said as all the eyes in the room moved towards him as if feeling the world shift on its axis. It never feeling the same again.

One-minute Nesta was at the river house. The next step of the plan was mow discussed, who was coming and going, without the use of her magic, Nesta would have to stay behind. Feyre had opted to stay with her at the House of Wind. It was safer there. Far more secure because no one could winnow in the house and because of the stairs.

Cassian wrapped Nesta in his arms promising to catch up with Azriel, Lucien, Rhysand, and Gwyn when they got everyone to the house and launched into the sky with her. Clinging tightly as she buried her face in his neck, and let the tears fall.

When he landed, Cassian had set her down gently. A few moments. All they had was a few moments alone before the others showed up and they had to part.

Nesta rose on her tip toes, hauling him top her as their mouths connected. She concentrated on putting every damned emotion she could in that kiss. Tilting her head up so he could gain more access before pulling away, resting her hands on either side of his beautiful face. His hands resting on her stomach. On the life he had created together.

“Come back to us.” She whispered urgency in her voice letting her tears fall and splash onto the earth.

“Always.” He pressed giving her one last kiss before the others arrived.

Cassian turned to Feyre, who was carrying Nyx in her arms. He was still asleep. Peaceful. Unaware of the chaos surrounding him. The danger at hand to the home he loved so much.

“Take care of my wife and child, Cursebreaker.” Cassian instructed. Feyre nodded.

“I will.”

Cassian kissed Nesta once more for good measure before heading back to Rhysand. She turned to Feyre and Elain.

“Let’s get inside.” Elain instructed. “I’ll make us some tea while we wait for more news.”

“Elain-Are you- “Nesta started, but Elain held up her hand.

“I’m fine. Whatever happens next with Lucien and Azriel, I’ll get through it. Now let’s get inside before we catch a cold.”

Feyre rubbed Nesta’s back reassuringly as they made their way to the house to await the news.

“Do you have visuals on him yet, Azriel?” Rhysand asked keeping high in the skies, careful not to be spotted. They had all carefully glamoured themselves. Azriel carrying Gwyn while Cassian held Lucien ready to descend on Azriel’s go.

“Not yet, but my shadows know where he is.” Azriel reported, his eyes turning to Lucien. “Lucien, about Elain- “

“Does it look like I want to talk about Elain right now?” Lucien snapped. He was definitely mad.

Cassian couldn’t blame him. He had felt exactly what Lucien was feeling when Nesta was with others, but he also knew how Azriel felt about Elain. He made it no secret.

“Eventually we’ll have to- “

“Right now, my main propriety is getting my brother back. The last thing I need is your guilty conscience distracting me from what needs to be done here.”

“Alright, that’s enough, the both of you.” Gwyn spat. They turned their attention towards her. “Elain is not an object for you to fight over. She’s her own person so either include her in this conversation like actual adults or shut the fuck up about it.”

Cassian bit his lip to stop the laugh that had died on his lips.

“Let’s just find Eris.” Lucien stated looking around the skies once more.

They were flying for another thirty minutes before they smelled it. Cassian’s nostrils flared. The smell of smoke filling them. His heart raced and Lucien appeared as if he were about to be sick.

“Please tell me-please tell me that my brother is not down there- “Lucien chocked out, panic in his gaze.

“My shadows- “Azriel swallowed. “My shadows stated that Eris was down there.” He confirmed.

“Then let’s go find him.” Rhysand answered plunging down to the scorched earth praying that it was not too late.

“What if they don’t make it back?” Nesta asked biting down on her nails, the nervous pit still forming in her stomach. Her daughter trying her best to calm her down from within to no avail.

Elain squeezed her hand reassuringly as Feyre spoke squeezing her other hand. They had put Nyx in one of the spare bedrooms for the night.

“We can’t think that way Nesta, all we can do is hope that they find Eris in time and- “

“That no human will stick an ash arow through their neck.” Nesta finished making Feyre flinch. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to- “

“It’s alright. I know how worried you are. I’m a mother as well. How is the baby?”

Nesta ran a hand over her protruding stomach, her daughter’s foot hitting her hand.

“I think- I think I can she can sense how worried I am,”

“Then let’s do something to distract ourselves.” Feyre answered staring at her hand.

“What can we do?” Nesta asked rubbing her stomach.

“Did Helion say anything about the baby?” Feyre asked hands on her cup, soaking up the warmth.

“He confirmed that she’s a healer.” Nesta stated, hands laying flat on her stomach.

Elain smiled squeezing Nesta’s hand. “I think she’s more than that.”

“What do you mean?” Nesta asked. Feyre looking as if she were about to ask the same question.

“When she showed me her powers the other day, it felt more than just healing magic.” Elain admitted.

“Helion sensed that too. Do-Do you know-what her powers are?”

“No. All I can sense is that its more than just healing magic. Like it’s-life itself.”

Nesta stiffened hands resting firmly on her stomach. Her daughter’s power flowing through her palms before she looked over to Feyre.

“Is it possible? For my daughter to have the power of life?”

“I’ve heard of stranger things, but that’s not something I can answer. You know that.”

“I know.” She whispered.

“I know it’s hard, not knowing, but there are some things we can’t know until her powers manifest.”

“Which won’t happen until she’s born.” Nesta guessed. Feyre nodded.

Silence filled the room, Nesta tapped her fingers against her mug. She felt-helpless. And she didn’t know how to stop that feeling.

“He flew for the first time today. He- “Feyre started her voice trembling. Nesta grabbed her hand and squeezed her tears flowing.

“Lucien knows about me and Azriel.” Elain said suddenly. “And I thought him knowing would make me feel better. And I don’t know why it doesn’t.” Elain finished as Nesta reached out her other hand and grasped Elain’s. While Feyre took her other.

“You’re not his possession Elain.” Nesta started.

“I just don’t understand it.” Elain sighed leaning back in the chair. “I don’t understand how we can be mated and I feel-nothing.”

“Mating bonds aren’t always right.” Feyre explained.

“You two have mating bonds that worked out.” Elain stated looking at her sisters.

“It was still our choice to stay. You have a choice whether to accept the bond or to walk away. We’ll support you in whatever choice you make.” Nesta assured.

“I think-I think I actually have to talk to Lucien when he gets back.”

Feyre nodded as they sat there in silence, they knew their world was about to change. Change in big ways, but they also knew that as long as they had each other there was nothing they couldn’t get through.

The land was on fire reeking with the stench of blood as Cassian landed hard on the drenched earth. The others landing behind him as he straightened taking in her surroundings.

“Gods.” Lucien breathed taking in the land. Everything left in ruin. “We need to find him.”

“Already on it.” Azriel answered sending out his shadows to find Eris, they followed moving with caution.

“How are you holding up?” Gwyn asked Lucien taking him by surprise.

“I’m doing the best I can. I’ll feel better when we find Eris.”

Gwyn nodded once understanding filling her features. They moved forward searching the grounds as Azriel's shadows stopped floating over a hunched figure.

"Eris!" Lucien cried out moving towards his brother, turning him over.

Eris groaned hands clutching his side, blood staining his hands. His face battered and bruised.

"We need to get him out of here." Lucien started, but Gwyn spoke up.

"We need to tend to his wounds first."

Lucien opened his mouth to speak, but Gwyn held up her hand.

"Did you want him to bleed out before he gets to Queen Vassa's estate?" She questioned.

"We don't have any supplies to patch up these wounds."

"We at least need something that will hold pressure on the wound until we get there."

Ripping off a piece of his shirt, Lucien bind the wound on Eris's stomach as he cried out in pain.

"It burns." He cried out. "It burns."

"Listen Eris, this is important. What did Beron stab you with?" Rhys asked.

"Da-Dagger. He stabbed me with-with the dagger-you gave me."

"The-The dagger that Nesta made?" Cassian asked. It was no use to keep things from him now.

"Is there another dagger that would be in my possession? How is that beautiful mate of yours anyway?"

Cassian held back his snarl giving Eris a wide toothed grin.

"Happy and expecting our first child."

"How unfortunate for her." He smirked. Azriel and Rhys giving him glares as Cassian took a deep breath to steady himself.

"This isn't helping anything." Gwyn snapped turning her eyes to Eris. "And I suggest you don't piss off the people who are trying to save your ass."

"We need to get him out of here. Now." Lucien snapped as Rhys took Eris, Cassian took Lucien, and Azriel took Gwyn.

Lucien gave instructions to the estate that Lucien, Jurian, and Vassa inhabited. Vassa looking up in the sky as they descended her red hair flowing in the wind.

"What the hell happened?"

"And her head is right here." Nesta stated taking Feyre's hand placing it on top of her left side.

Her, Elain, and Feyre were laying on her bed, Elain now fast asleep beside her while her and Feyre talked.

"Does Madja know how many pounds she'll be when you deliver?" Feyre asked.

"Madja estimates she'll be seven or eight pounds at birth. Maybe nine depending on how everything goes."

"That thought doesn't scare you? To deliever a nine pound baby for your first birth?" Feyre asked moving her hand as her daughter kicked at her aunt.

"I mean one way or another I'm giving birth to this child, so what's the use in worrying about it. there's plenty of other things to worry about where her birth is concerned." Nesta answered staring at the ceiling. Thinking about the words Elain had spoken. "Do you think Beron will declare war on us? Now that he knows?"

"More than likely." Feyre answered, her jaw clenched.

"Our children shouldn't be subjected to this. They're too young. I-I don't want my daughter to experience the violence of this world when she draws her first breath."

Feyre grabbed her hand and squeezed. "We'll do everything in our power to ensure that doesn't happen."

"What if you can't?" Nesta asked staring into her sister's eyes. The eyes they had always shared.

Before Feyre could answer. A loud cry pierced the room. Not just one but two. Elain sat up gasping for breath as Nesta lunged towards her. It hadn't been the first time she had helped Elain through a nightmare.

"I'm going to check on Nyx." Feyre responded heading towards her son's whines.

"Are you okay?" Nesta asked as Elain drew her knees closer to herself.

"I will be." She breathed as footsteps sounded and Feyre entered the room with Nyx, whose eyes were tear stained and puffy. Like he had been woken up by a nightmare.

"Did you have another nightmare?" Nesta asked him. He nodded.

"I told him he could stay in here with us until he feels better."

Nodding, Nesta and Elain made room for Nyx and Feyre as Nyx looked around.

"Why are we at Aunt Nes's house mama?" Nyx asked, eyes wide.

He had been fast asleep when they had brought him there and Nesta swore that boy could sleep through anything.

"Something came up with dad's work, so we'll be staying at Aunt Nes's until everything is taken care of."

Nyx nodded his understanding, exhaustion filling his features as he turned towards Elain.

"Did you have a nightmare too, Aunt El?"

Elain nodded ruffling his hair in an attempt to soothe him. Elain had always been the best with kids.

"Did you want to tell me about your nightmare?" Elain asked her voice gentle.

"There was this bad man. He-He was hurting people. And- He wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted." Nyx confessed as Elain stiffened. A sense of uneasy coursing through Nesta as Feyre's face showed that she was feeling the same way.

"What did this bad man look like baby?" Feyre asked. Her voice etched with concern.

Nyx concentrated hard on the question, confusion on his face.

"He had a voice, but he looked like one of Uncle Azriel's shadows. Only more solid."

Feyre frowned exchanging a look with both her sisters.

"Did this bad man tell you what his name was?" Nesta asked. Elain's face had went stark white. Her brow sweating. as she whispered.

"Kosheci."

Feyre and Nesta stiffened at the sound of the name. No, It couldn't be. Nyx asked the next question, a confirmation of sorts.

"Yes. That was his name. How did you know that Aunt El?"

"Because I had the same nightmare."

"Put him over there?" Vassa instructed. Her long red hair floating behind her as she pointed to the padded bench. One she had set up for people with injuries.

Grunting, Cassian placed Eris down on the bench. He groaned as Vassa whipped her head to the around eyes landing on Lucien.

"Go grab Lark. She'll know what to do."

Lucien nodded sparing a glance at Eris before he moved to go get Lark. Cassian had never met her, but he knew Vassa always kept healers around. Just in case.

Vassa turned staring at Rhysand, Azriel, and Gwyn. Her eyes fixating on Gwyn as she extended a hand.

"Hi, I'm Vassa." She smiled looking every bit of a queen as she was.

"Gwyneth Bendara." Gwyn smiled shaking the queen's hand.

"It's nice to meet you. I just wish it was under better circumstances." She remarked looking at Eris. " You just had to go and get yourself stabbed, didn't you?"

"Vassa-" Rhys started before Eris's laugh answered her instead before he grimaced in pain.

"Don't make me laugh. I may bleed all over your nice bench." He smiled. A genuine smile.

"At least it's better than on my couch." Vassa mused eyebrows raised as the door opened and Lucien and who Cassian assumed was Lark came in. Eris's laugh was cut off as he looked over at the short, petite women with her green eyes, sun kissed skin, and chesnut colored hair.

"Well hello there gorgeous. What's your name?" Eris smiled. The woman lifted an eyebrow at him before turning to Vassa.

"I assume that this is my patient." Lark questioned much to Eris's dismay. Cassian chocked back a laugh.

"Unfortunately. He's all yours." Vassa smiled as Lark grimaced moving towards Eris, her grimace growing when she saw that the wound was now blistered and festering.

"What kind of weapon made a wound this bad? I need to know so I can administer the proper course of treatment for him."

"My father stabbed me with my dagger. It was gifted to me by the Night Court, so ask them what type of magic it was made out of. They know more about it than I do."

Lark turned to Rhysand, but Cassian already knew. Knew that it was infused with Nesta's magic. Her silver flames.

"It's a dagger infused with flames." Rhysand answered as Lark trained her eyes on him.

"The wound didn't seem like it was just fire magic. What aren't you telling me?"

Cassian couldn't breath. Couldn't think as a look of regret crossed Rhys's face. He knew what had to be done. Knew there was nothing he could do to stop him as he said,

"It's infused with pure death magic."

Eris's head snapped up at that. Lark pursing her lips, pondering.

"That wound explain the wound. Do I want to ask how such an object got placed in your possession?" She asked combing through her supplies.

"It was a family-" Rhys started, but Eris cut in.

"No. It wasn't." He growled eyes locking with Cassian's.

"It's your mate's power." He sneered.

Cassian stiffened, teeth bared to the potential threat to his mate's and daughter's life. He didn't give two shits if Eris was their ally. Didn't give two shits if Rhys was his high lord. He didn't care. If Eris told people the truth-if he laid a single hand on Nesta or the child she was carrying. He'd rip him to shreds.

Eris picked up on this, turning his attention to Rhys.

"Call off your dog, I'm not going to harm his bitch of a mate or that child she's carrying. After all we've accomplished, why would I hurt someone when it would accomplish nothing?" Eris spat as Lark put a rag with herbs on his wound. He hissed.

"That bitch that you speak of is my High Lady's sister. My in-law. My commander's mate. My son's aunt. And the child she soon is to bare is my niece. So be careful how you address her and how you speak to her." Rhysand stated.

Eris was about to say something, but was cut off from a hiss escaping his lips. The healer was trying to coax the magic out of Eris's wound. It was a rare gift for Eris to possess, but it did happen.

"Where did you come from?" Eris asked. His eyes seeming transfixed on the woman.

"I take it these lines always work for a princeling like you, but I have no interest in flirting with you nor answering any questions that you inquire to know. I'm healing you, that's all you need to know." She said cleansing the wound. It still looked angry, but it was better than what it looked better than it did when they first got here. "I'll have to check on it for the next couple of days to make sure the sight doesn't get infected. but it looks like you'll come out of this with nothing more than a scar. How fortunate for you that they found you in time." Lark reported.

She got up, Eris following her every move as she looked at Lucien.

"I take it you're as close to a caretaker as Eris has. Here's a vial you need to administer to him every three hours for the pain, and I'll be back in the morning to check on him." She instructed giving a vial to Lucien before making a swift exit.

"She's quite the charmer." Eris mused. Vassa scoffed in response.

"I take it you no longer need my assistance." Vassa asked wariness etched in her vision.

"No. Thank you for your help Vassa." Rhys smiled as Vassa turned to Eris.

"Will you be staying with us or in the Night Court?"

"I think I'll be much more comfortable here. Besides your healer wants to keep me for observation and it would be a nuisance to go back and forth." He replied his eyes flickering to Cassian again.

"Nesta nor the Night Court are no danger to you." Cassian assured.

Eris sighed. "I could care less about your mate. However if my father thinks I'm dead or trapped in the human lands the better. We still have the element of surprise and we can still move towards overthrowing him and taking the throne from underneath his nose."

"You still want to do this? Even after all it's cost you?" Lucien asked. Cassian could tell he was referring to their mother.

"Yes. Now I'm more determined to do it. Say what you want about me, but the longer our father rules the Autumn Court the longer this war will go on. So I prefer that neither father nor Keir know I'm alive."

"Why Keir?" Rhys asked. Eris looked at him incredulously.

"Come now Rhysand, surely you can't be that daft." Eris grinned.

"Explain." Rhys commanded looking every bit of a high lord as he was.

"My father and Keir have always had one common enemy and that's you. If Keir knows that I'm working with you, which I have no doubt he does, then I don't want to be anywhere near dodge for what follows." Eris admitted. Cassian gritted his teeth.

"I'll deal with Keir, but just as a precaution I expect multiple progress reports from you Lucien." Rhys replied turning to Lucien.

"I'll be in Velaris tomorrow anyway. There's a few things I need to take care of."

Lucien didn't need to say it, Cassian knew he was talking about Elain, the conversation they still needed to have as he spared a look at Azriel. No emotion shone on Azriel's face.

Rhys nodded turning to Cassian, Azriel, and Gwyn.

"We better get back." He said. The others gave their goodbyes. When they were all outside and out of ear shot, Rhys turned.

"If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to stay with you and Nesta. The House of Wind is the safest place for us to be right now until everything blows over."

"Of course." Cassian replied, eyes shifting to Azriel.

"Will you also be staying?"

Azriel shook his head, "I'll be keeping an eye out in Velaris. staying at the River House. Even Amren agreed to stay with me along with Mor, so at least I'll have company."

Cassian nodded as he said a brief goodbye to his other brother as him and Rhys launched themselves into the sky, Cassian holding Gwyn.

When they landed at the House of Wind, Gwyn bid them a good night going back down the the library, Emerie had already gone back to Illyria after Nesta had insisted she would be okay with her sisters.

Cassian opened the door shifting when he saw that Nesta, Feyre, and Elain were still up. Nesta stood up, assessing him for any injuries just like she always did when he went on a mission.

"We're alright." He assured pulling her close and pressing a kiss to her hair. "We're all alright."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that." She claimed looking at Feyre who stood up, eyes darting to Rhys.

"We have a problem."

"You think he's trying to reach Nyx and Elain through their dreams?" Rhys asked.

They were now sitting on the couch, Cassian's arm was now slung over Nesta's shoulder. He hadn't broken contact with her ever since he had gotten back to the house. Not that she minded, she had always loved the assurance of his touch.

"No. I think Nyx's power is manifesting." Feyre answered, Rhysand stared at her in shock.

"How so?" Rhys asked.

"I think that Nyx can dream walk or rather- "

"You think he can enter people's nightmares?"

"I think he gets pulled into them. Unintentionally of course." Feyre mused.

Rhysand nodded getting up from his seat and stretching.

"We'll discuss this more in the morning. Maybe it's pure coincidence. We'll have to keep an eye on it. See if he gets pulled into anyone else's nightmare."

"Did you have a nightmare the other night?" Nesta blurted out thinking about something.

"Yes. Why?"

"What was it about?" She asked as realization hit Rhysand.

"I dreamed that Feyre and I-I dreamed that we died and our son was left to live without us."

"He had a nightmare about that." Nesta continued.

"Shit." Cassian blurted. Rhys and Feyre looked inclined to do the same.

"If that is our son's power all we can do is help him understand it. Learn how to control it better. We don't even know if it's only nightmares. Perhaps it's dreams too. There's just so much about it that we don't know yet." Rhys answered rubbing his chin.

Feyre stood up grasping Rhys's hand and looked towards them. Elain had retired back to her room after learning Lucien would be there in the morning to see her and to fill them in on Eris's condition. And Rhys had already informed her that Beron now possessed her dagger. She worried something like this might happen. If not for Cassian's hand in in hers and her daughter moving around reminding her why she needed to stay calm, Nesta would be far more panicked. One step at a time. They had to do this one step at a time.

"We'll see you two in the morning."

Nesta and Cassian bid them a goodnight as Rhys and Feyre headed to their room, Nesta turned to Cassian tucking her head in the crook of his neck.

"We should probably get some rest too." She muttered sleep etching her voice.

Cassian pulled her closer rubbing her arms and back relieving some of the pressure she felt in it.

"Not yet. I want to stay here and just exist with you for a while." He admitted as his hands soaked up her warmth.

"Are you worried?" She asked after a while. "Of what's to come."

"The thing is before this-before you, I was reckless. I never thought of what losing my life would cost me, I was scared, but I was never terrified. I guess that's what fatherhood does to you. Forces you to get out of your own head and focus on your child. The person who needs you the most." Cassian admitted, his fingers twirling around a strand of her hair. The other massaging her scalp.

"How do you face that fear?" She asked looking into his hazel eyes.

"I remind myself of what I'm fighting for." He whispered dipping his head down, Their mouths connecting in a swift, but tender kiss.

"What do you think about? When you think about our daughter?" She asked. He looked at her, hand pressed to her cheek.

"I think of you and her. How great of a mother you'll be." He smiled, He had such faith in her, but doubt was always there to creep in.

"How can you possibly know that?" She asked. He tilted her chin up until she was fully gazing into her eyes.

"Because I know you Nesta Archeron. I know you'll be there for her in the ways that matter. I can picture you tucking her in at night, sometimes reading her to sleep until she insists she's old enough to read by herself. You'll be by her side when she tries to read to you and help her out with the words she can't pronounce." He paused. A thoughtful smile crossing his face, like he could picture it.

Nesta could picture it too. Picture her little girl tucked by her side. Her hair the same color as her father's, sounding out the words that she could. Getting a frustrated look on her face when she couldn't, but that changing when Nesta helped her out.

"I picture you braiding her hair like yours, because she wants to look just like her mom. I see us teaching her how to dance. She dances with us at gatherings of course. Always insisting in being in one of our arms. She's transfixed by the music, by the melody." Cassian smiled. Nesta couldn't help but smile with him. "I picture her seeing you training with her Aunt Gwyn and Emerie wanting to be a Valkyrie herself. Who knows maybe one day she'll ride in on one of those Pegasus you love so much."

A soft snort escaped Nesta's lips. His own smile twitching slightly. His hand resting on her bump. Their daughter was currently asleep, but Cassian's face still lit up regardless.

"I can picture when she's a teenager and she starts dating. She'll go to you for advice of course. I can see you helping her through every heartbreak and bad day. I can picture the life we 'll all have together. When I think of her. When I think of you." He answered grasping her hand, placing it on her bump so they could feel it together. Their daughter. The life they had created and sworn to protect above all else tears streaming down her face.

"I can picture it too." She started painting the images that were coming to her mind with words. "I can picture you teaching her all the techniques when it comes to her fighting stances to defend herself. I can see you making her laugh when she's sad and telling her war stories, the tame ones of course, not until she's older. I can picture you taking her up in the skies until she's ready to learn how to fly on her own. I think she'll love it, just like you do."

His smile was serene. His hand never leaving her bump.

"I can see her coming to you when she gets upset, because you would do anything to put that smile on her face again. I can see you hurting those who try to harm her. Doing your best to protect her life life like no one else protected you. Fight for her, like no one fought for you. You'll be her safe space, like you are mine." She smiled, his eyes now stained with tears. "You'll be there for her in every way a father should be."

Her hand went to his cheek as he kissed the heart of her palm, leaning into her touch. Her heart thudding loudly at the sight as he continued,

"I can picture her Aunt Feyre teaching her how to paint. Her coming home splattered in it or maybe she'll teach her how to wield a bow and arrow." He said.

"I can picture Rhysand trying to teach her about alternative dimensions." Nesta smiled, Cassian laughed softly at the thought.

"I can picture her Aunt Elain teaching her how to bake or plant flowers. Maybe she'll even make a flower crown so she could feel like a princess."

Nesta smiled at the image. The thought of her daughter talking excitedly about painting or flower crowns.

"I can see her Uncle Azriel teaching her how to blend in with the shadows. It'll be nearly impossible to find her while we're playing hide and seek."

He laid back stretching out on the couch. She laid with him sticking close to him for the warmth and assurance of his body.

"I can see her Aunt Gwyn teaching her how to sing." He smiled.

"I can see her Aunt Amren teaching her how to do jigsaw puzzles."

He chuckled, "I don't think Amren has the patience."

"We'll see." She smiled He kissed her lips. His eyelids drooping slightly.

"I can see her Aunt Emerie teaching her how to cook. Teaching her about all the different spices so her food doesn't taste as bland as her mother's." He teased. She laughed.

"My cooking isn't that bad." She smiled knowing it was a lie.

He grinned grabbing the quilt that was that was hastily thrown over the sofa covering them with it for warmth.

"I can picture her Aunt Mor teaching her how to coordinate outfits." She added. He rubbed her arms pulling her closer until their limbs were entangled. Their bodies relaxed.

"I can picture her and Nyx trying to get into all sorts of trouble and growing up together while being super protective over each other." His eyelids drifted closed. Hers were tempted to do the same.

"I can picture her being protective over her cousins, like she will be with her siblings. The ones that we'll eventually bare. After some time of course." She noted. Her body feeling close to sleep.

"I can picture all of our life together Nesta Archeron. And I for one can't wait to start that journey with you." He promised.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too." He whispered back.

"Forever." She smiled.

"Always." He kissed her pulling her closer as sleep took over.

With that promise of the future, Nesta slept feeling safe and loved within her mate's arms.

Chapter Text

Nesta awoke the next morning with her mate's arms and wings wrapped around her tightly encompassing them in their own personal cocoon and away from prying eyes.

She smiled to herself slightly pressing a kiss to his jawline. his eyelids fluttering open looking down at her with his hazel gaze as if ensuring that she was still there.

"Hey." She smiled, his fingers trailing up her back.

"Good morning, mate." He smiled, his hand resting on her abdomen. "Little warrior."

Their daughter moved in response. Nesta's smile grew. In three short months their daughter would be there and as much as she would love the moment she would finally meet her, she would miss these moments the most.

"Oh good, you two are up." A female voice said as Cassian's wings retracted and they stared at Elain. Her apron tied at her waist.

Nesta sat up, hand still on her abdomen as she looked at Elain. The smell of Bacon and Eggs wafting through her nose as she salivated at the aroma.

"I made breakfast. It's on the table when you two are ready. Feyre and Rhys aren't down yet, but I have a feeling they will be soon." Elain smiled looking more chipper than usual or perhaps that was just the stress talking.

"We'll be there in a few minutes. We just need to get dressed first." Cassian assured her.

She nodded and hurried back towards the kitchen. Nesta looked at Cassian.

"I guess we better get dressed." Cassian murmured pressing a kiss to her hair.

"I guess so." She replied stretching, her hand going to her lower back, rubbing at it. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea for her to fall asleep on the couch last night.

"Is your back hurting again?" He asked sitting up beside her. His hand pressed firmly to her back.

Nesta nodded standing up and doing her best to stretch.

"It's pretty common in pregnancy." She stated rubbing at her bump.

Cassian sat up stretching his arms and wings out as Nesta looked at him. She had always loved to admire his wings.

"I know. I just hate to see you in pain." He admitted. Her lips curled up at his concern.

"Will you be able to watch me give birth?"

Cassian took a step placing his hand a top of hers. "Of course. I'll be there during the birth no matter what. I won't let you go through this alone, after all I did help make this baby."

Nesta smiled. "I know, I was there."

Cassian's hand interlaced with hers as she followed him to their bedroom to get ready for the day.

When they emerged thirty minutes later, thanks to stopping every couple of minutes to kiss. Elain was sitting down at the dining room table chatting with Rhysand. Feyre was bouncing Nyx up and down on her lap trying her best to keep up with the conversation as Nesta slid into the chair beside him.

"Good morning." Nesta said as Feyre turned towards her.

"Good morning." She smiled Nyx giving Nesta a loop sided smile.

"Did you sleep okay after that nightmare?" Nesta asked ruffling his hair.

Nyx shook his head, resting it on Feyre's chest, his eyelids fighting the urge to close. Feyre looked down at him with concern. Exchanging a brief glance with Rhys, who stood up and took Nyx from Feyre.

"I'm going to put him down for a nap." Rhys explained taking Nyx out of the room as Feyre sighed and turned back to Nesta.

"Do you mind coming to the rainbow with me?"

"Sure. Is everything okay?"

"I have a class to teach today and with everything going on I'd rather not be alone." Feyre admitted, staring at her tea.

Nesta nodded as Elain shuffled food into her mouth as fast as she could.

"Is everything okay?" Nesta asked, one eyebrow lifted.

Elain lifted her eyes to Nesta. Sighing as she crossed her arms.

"Sure if you count Lucien coming over to talk to me as me being okay, then I'm dandy." She replied taking a huge gulp of her tea, making a face when she did.

"Will you be okay talking to him alone?" Nesta asked, Elain shrugged.

"I guess we'll see. I at least want to have a mature discussion with him about what happened. It's long overdue." Elain said biting her lip.

Nesta nodded giving her sister's hand a gentle squeeze as they ate the rest of their breakfast in silence. Nesta pausing every now and again when the baby kicked at her bladder and she had to excuse herself from the table to relieve herself.

"Is everything okay?" Cassian asked when she settled on the couch.

"Your daughter is being persistent today." She smiled as she laid his hand on her bump letting him feel their baby move until Feyre came downstairs dressed in an outfit she didn't mind getting dirty.

"Ready to go?" She asked carrying Nyx at her side.

Nesta sat up. "I'm ready whenever you are." She replied.

She leaned down pressing a kiss to Cassian's lips. "Try not to miss me too much while I'm gone."

"Impossible." He grinned. His hand laying on her stomach as he pressed a kiss to it, the sight of it making her heart soft. "You be good for your mommy, little warrior. I'll see you when you get back."

Nesta's smile grew pressing her lips to his once more. His fingers wrapping on her cornet braid pulling her closer. If they weren't alone-She pulled back smiling at him as she turned to Feyre and Nyx.

"Let's head out."

Watching his mate leave, Cassian waited until Elain retired to her room to get ready before Lucien arrived to talk to her and Rhys. He knew what was coming. Was petrified at the thought of leaving Nesta and their daughter he hoped that what was coming wouldn't escalate, but Cassian was no fool. He knew exactly what was coming.

"How long?" Cassian asked biting his lower lip. Rhys looked at him, his violet eyes softening.

"Two weeks if we're lucky." Rhys claimed rubbing the back of his head. The dark circles underneath his eyes visible. He looked as bad as Cassian felt.

Cassian gazed down at his siphons, the red hue of them catching the light. How much blood would be spilled this time? How many wives would lose their husbands? How many children would lose their fathers? Would all the pain and suffering ever end? Would they ever have true peace?

"I didn't even get to give her, her solstice gift yesterday." Cassian admitted. It was still waiting in their bedroom closet. He hadn't wanted to give her the gift in front of everyone, It was far too personal to him, just like her gift of the house had been to her. They had discussed this finding joy in giving their gifts in private, both agreeing that it was far more personal to them. Rhys squeezed his shoulder reassuringly as if guessing his thoughts.

"Give it to her tonight. Maybe take the next two weeks off and take her somewhere where you two can have time together." Rhys suggested.

"I don't think she would want to leave Feyre and Elain. Especially not with how fragile things are right now." Cassian stated.

"It wouldn't hurt to ask. I'm sure Feyre and Elain would understand if you two took some time for yourselves seeing as how we all our staying at your house right now."

"I'll ask." Cassian answered looking out the window.

"You won't miss it." Rhys assured. Cassian's eyes snapping back to him.

"You don't know that." Cassian answered, his arms crossing over his chest.

"Then I'll do everything in my power to make it happen. The last thing I want is for you to miss the birth of your daughter."

"That's the last thing I want as well. I don't want Nesta to go through this alone. This is my daughter as well as hers. My flesh and blood. The most important thing in my life. If I'm not there-I-I don't think I'd be able to forgive myself."

"The we'll make sure you're there." Rhys promised placing a hand on his shoulder. He just hoped Rhys was right.

Feyre set Nyx down gently on the floor, the other toddlers looking happily at him, fingers covered in paint while Feyre ruffled his hair.

"Have fun with your friends baby, mommy and Aunt Nes will be right over there if you need us." Feyre smiled pointing to a far corner.

Nesta followed Feyre to the corner, Feyre helping Nesta onto the stool, placing a paint brush in her hand. She looked down at it puzzled.

"What is this for?" She asked.

"It's a painting class. We're here to paint." Feyre teased taking out her collection of paints and sitting on her own stool next to Nesta's.

"Do you remember the last time you tried to teach me how to paint? It was a total disaster." Nesta replied, a faint smile crossed Feyre's lips.

"How could I forget?" She responded handing Nesta a painting palette.

"So what are we painting today?" Nesta asked looking blankly at the canvas in front of her.

"We're painting out our feelings." Feyre replied dipping her own brush into the paint.

Nesta lifted an eyebrow, Feyre sighed.

"I know the next couple of weeks are going to be difficult especially if-"

"Cassian get called back to Illyria?" Nesta finished, Feyre bit her lip looking over to make sure none of the mothers were listening, placing a sound barrier around her and Nesta, so they could talk about this in private.

"I know it can't be easy for you to think about. Everything is up in the air, we don't know if Beron will do anything, but we also have to prepare for the possibility that he might."

"We have a place in Illyria." Nesta admitted, snapping her mouth shut afterwards. She didn't mean to tell Feyre about their home there this early, but sometimes plans changed.

"When did you two-" Feyre started, but Nesta already knew what she was about to ask. What she wanted to know.

"When we were in Windhaven. I-I bought the house as a solstice gift to Cassian." Nesta answered. Feyre gazed upon her in shock.

"I thought you hated Windhaven?" She inquired. Nesta didn't blame her.

"I do, but this isn't about me. This is about my daughter. This is about giving her every opportunity and advantage that I possibly can. Everything I do from here on out will be for my daughter's best interest." Nesta explained. Feyre nodded.

"That's something I can understand." Feyre said her eyes shifting back to her canvas before going to Nyx.

Nesta's own gaze lowered down to her palette.

"I am afraid." She admitted, Feyre glanced at her, Sympathy in her stare, but she didn't interrupt Nesta as she continued. "The last war nearly destroyed me. Nearly destroyed us. I-Sometimes I still have nightmares about the times that he almost died. He almost died on me in Hybern. He almost died in the blast. He almost died when the general gutted him, he almost died when-when Hybern-" She turned away tears stinging her eyes as Feyre gave her a gentle squeeze of the hand encouraging her to continue.

"We almost died at the hands of Hybern. If it wasn't for Elain we would have died. I-I still remember his bruised and broken body. The failure I felt when I couldn't save him. When I couldn't save us. When I couldn't save-" She stopped chocking on the words, but Feyre knew what she meant. "When I couldn't save father."

"His death wasn't your fault." Feyre claimed still holding onto her hand.

"It'll be a long time before I can accept that." Nesta admitted. She knew that Feyre understood. She continued on the former subject. "He also almost died when we went to the prison and with Brialynn. And I know that this is his life-that it's out life, but how many times can he almost die before it eventually happens." Nesta finally admitted out loud. A pang slamming against her chest.

"Go ahead." Feyre encouraged, the tears finally falling from Nesta's eyes.

"I'm terrified that he's going to die. I'm terrified at the thought of losing my husband. My mate. The father if my child. I'm terrified that my daughter will grow up without her father. And that's not something I think I can bare." She finished her hands landing on her abdomen. Remembering their promise. Remembering that their daughter came first and she always would.

"It's alright to feel afraid, Nesta. It's alright to hope that everything will be okay in the end."

"I just feel-so defeated at times."

"Then take that feeling and let it out." Feyre suggested. "We can clean up the mess afterwards."

Nesta nodded looking down at her paint palette letting every feeling consume her as she hurled the paint palette to the canvas letting it clank to the ground. Feyre smiled.

"That's a good start. Now do it again." Feyre instructed picking up Nesta's palette so Nesta could do it again.

It was around noon when Nesta, Feyre, and Nyx strode into the House of Wind. Both of them covered head to toe in paint. Cassian lifted a brow. The corners of his mouth twisting up. He was used to seeing Nesta pristine and cleanly that whenever she walked into a room looking like this he couldn't help but smile.

He ran a hand over her cheek using his thumb to wipe off a smudge of paint she must have forgotten. She even had some in her hair.

"What did you do? Have a paint fight?" Cassian teased lifting his mate's face up so she would meet his eyes. A smile fell upon her lips.

"Perhaps." She responded her eyes flickering to his own. A hint of mischief in them.

"I'm glad you two had fun." He purred as she took a slight step back.

"I better wash up before Lucien arrives." She smiled, Feyre had already returned upstairs to take her own shower.

"Do you want any company?" He grinned eyes sweeping over her thinking about pressing himself to the nakedness of her body.

"As much as I would love to, I need to make it a quick one-" She started, his smile stopped her.

"I can be quick." He challenged pressing his lips to her neck before pulling back.

Nesta raised an eyebrow. "There's nothing about our showers together that is quick."

Cassian leaned down pressing a kiss to her lips. "Fair enough." He gave her another kiss. "Enjoy your shower Nes."

Nesta sauntered upstairs, Cassian watching her as she went. Footsteps sounded behind him, turning around to see Azriel standing behind him.

"When did you get here?" He asked.

"Just now." He replied. His shadows surrounding him.

"Are you sure you want to be here when Lucien shows up?" Cassian asked.

"I think it would be best if he talked to both me and her. God knows I would be a coward if I let her face this alone."

Cassian nodded as the two went into the kitchen where Elain and Rhys were talking, Elain stopped midsentence, a smile illuminating her face as she took in Azriel.

"Hey." she said to Azriel.

"Hi." He replied back looking at both Rhys and Cassian. He obviously wanted a moment alone with Elain. Cassian motioned for Rhys to follow him. Thankfully Rhys took the hint.

"What if it doesn't last?" Rhys asked Cassian wiped his head to him.

"Then that's for them to figure out. Mating bond or not, you can't dictate how people feel." Cassian answered. " Sometimes people need to choose their paths on their own. Fate be damned."

Rhys lifted his brow. "The cauldron chose right for you. What makes you think it didn't do the same for Elain?"

"Just because it worked out for me and Nesta, doesn't mean it will work out for everyone. You know how your mother was with your father. How could you not offer Elain the choice your mother never had?"

Before Rhys could reply, a sharp knock sounded at the door. Cassian made his way towards it, opening it to find Lucien staring back at him.

"Hey Lucien. Come on in." Cassian said stepping to the side as Lucien entered.

"We're all set up in the kitchen." Rhys told Lucien loud enough to where Elain and Azriel could hear.

Nesta and Feyre came down the stairs as Feyre threw her arms around Lucien giving him a tight hug.

"Have you ate yet?" Feyre asked as her and Rhys moved Lucien towards the kitchen.

Cassian moved to where his mate was at the stairs, outstretching his hand.

"Are you ready for this?" He asked as she took it.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

Cassian pulled out her chair helping Nesta lower down in it as she thanked him. He pressed a kiss to her hair, pulling out his own seat next to her. Mor sitting next to him as Amren sat next to Nesta. Her eyes flickering to Nesta's abdomen.

"How is the little one doing?" She asked. It had been a while since her and Amren had engaged in a casual conversation outside of her lessons.

"She's doing alright. As active as always." She answered. Amren nodded her eyes shifting to Rhysand.

Rhysand settled Shifting his attention to Lucien.

"How is Eris?"

"The burning in his wound has subsided. We're lucky we had Lark at hand. God knows what would have happened if we didn't." Lucien answered, a troubled look crossing his face.

"Have you heard anything from Beron?"

"So far he's as quiet as a mouse, which isn't a good thing. He's up to something and with Nesta's weapon in his hands-God knows he's going to do with it."

A shudder ran through Nesta, Cassian rubbing her back in assurance.

"We'll be ready if he takes any action against us." Rhys answered. Lucien's gaze lingering on him.

"My father is just as dangerous as any other enemy." Lucien stated, voice low. "He killed my lover right in front of me, he beat my mother until she was broken and bruised, before he killed her like all the years they had been mated meant nothing to him just to punish my brother. He stabbed his own son, and formed an alliance with those queens who played a hand in turning Nesta and Elain. He has proven that he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. So don't sit there and pretend he's just a nuisance. We have no idea what he's capable of."

Silence filled the room for a brief second before Rhys adjusted himself putting everything he could into looking like a high lord.

"Don't talk down to me in my own court Lucien. I am not a child and I, more than anyone else know what's at stake here."

Lucien didn't back down as he looked the High Lord of the Night Court in the face and said.

"Then prove it."

Rhys bulked not used to having others stand up to him so abruptly. Especially not Lucien. Perhaps being with Vassa in the human lands had done Lucien some good.

Nesta wasn't sure why, but when she glanced over at Elain, she swore a look crossed her face. A look that Nesta knew all too well. A sense of...pride. She wondered if Lucien noticed.

It was Feyre who spoke next.

"We will do everything in our power to stop Beron through whatever means necessary. You have our word." Feyre swore. Rhys giving her a nod of approval.

Lucien met her gaze lifting his chin slightly. "I hope by the end of this that means something."

Feyre bit her lip as Lucien glanced back at Rhys.

"Is there anything I should know about before we proceed?" I'm tired of these secrets between us.." Lucien asked gaze sweeping across the room.

Feyre and Rhys exchanged looks. They were obviously communicating mind to mind. Deciding what information was and was not safe to tell Lucien. Rhys nodded and Feyre continued.

"How much do you know about your mother's affair with Helion?" Feyre asked.

Everyone in the room looked at her with shock. This was not the direction that anyone thought this conversation would go. What was their angle here?

Lucien appeared taken aback by the question. "I don't see how my mother's personal affairs have anything to do with the problems at hand."

"Just answer the question." Rhys ordered. Lucien glared at him, but continued.

"I know that she must have loved him in some sort of way. I know that when my father was away, he would see her every so often. They would meet in the forest. Sometimes she would take me with her. But I never knew why. Regardless, I don't see how that's relevant to the conversation."

"Lucien, what I'm about to tell you will change everything for you. Some of which you might not be able to easily accept. Are you sure you want total and complete honesty?" Feyre asked. The silence in the room feeling damned near intolerable.

"Yes." Lucien answered no wariness or waiver in his voice. Anticipating what was to come.

Nesta glanced at Cassian wondering if her knew what was going on, but even he seemed puzzled by where they were going with this.

"Beron is not your biological father." Feyre announced causing Lucien to flinch like she had struck him. Even the others were surprised, Nesta included. The only ones who weren't shocked were Feyre and Rhysand.

"What-What do you mean? Of course Beron is my father who else could it be?" Lucien questioned. His temper flaring.

Cassian positioned himself in front of Nesta just in case. She didn't see Lucien as a threat. Knew he wouldn't harm her or her child. Nesta squeezed Cassian's hand making him look at her, reading her gaze as he adjusted his stance once more, but still didn't untense. She didn't blame him. Knew it was just an instinct to protect her and their child.

Feyre pressed on. "You know who else. Deep down, Lucien, You know." She finished , her eyes softening.

Lucien stiffened, the blow of Feyre's words hitting him over and over again. Hearing this type of news would be difficult for anyone to process.

"Are you-Are you saying that Helion-The High Lord of the Day Court-Is-Is my father?" Lucien asked struggling to get the words out. Elain straightened, his emotions possibly flowing to her through the bond.

"Yes." Feyre confirmed. Lucien drew in a breath, stunned.

"If Helion is my father than why didn't my mother tell me about it?" Lucien asked. His voice remaining calm despite the array of emotions flowing through him.

"Perhaps she was afraid of what Beron might do if he discovered the truth." Feyre guessed. Her eyes filling with sorrow for the Lady of Autumn.

Lucien paused considering. "Does Helion know about this?"

It was Rhysand who answered this question.

"To our knowledge he's unaware of you lineage. Perhaps your mother wanted to keep it that way. Best to keep the truth to herself than face the consequences of it getting out."

"I know Beron wouldn't have had the best reaction to it, but do you think that he knew?" Lucien asked. Rhys pondered this.

"Perhaps, but we can't know for sure. Beron keeps his secrets to himself."

Lucien nodded. sitting there in silence. Feyre continued.

"Lucien, Are you-"

"Is there anything else I need to know?" Lucien cut in silencing Feyre.

"Several things actually." Feyre answered.

"Than by all means, go ahead."

"They're smaller things, but things that you should probably know."

"Go ahead."

"Rhys and I- We made a pact-to leave this world together."

Lucien cocked his head to the side. "What does that even mean?"

"It means if one of us dies-the other dies too." Rhys answered. Lucien stiffened.

"Why-Why would you make a pact like that and jeopardize your entire court in the process?" Lucien asked. Feyre stiffened, A burning started in Rhysand's gaze.

"Be careful how you speak to My High Lady Lucien. I won't ask you again." Rhys threatened. Cassian positioning himself in front of Nesta yet again. This time she didn't stop him. Though her gaze did remain on Lucien and Feyre.

"I'm more than capable of defending myself Rhys. Or have you forgotten that?"

Rhys gaze turned to her. "Of course not. I just won't let him speak to you like that."

"Then let me answer Lucien's question." She snapped looking back at Lucien. "I felt my mate die in front of me. I never wanted to feel that way ever again. Forgive me for not having the best reaction to it, but I wasn't thinking clearly and I still don't regret my decision. I thought you of all people would understand that." She finished , Elain's breath catching. This time Lucien's gaze met hers, some sort of emotion that Nesta didn't quite catch crossing over them before he turned back to Feyre.

"Don't bring Jesminda into this. These two situations are not the same and you know it." Lucien growled, Elain sitting up, back straight. Azriel looked up at her puzzled.

"That's enough." She snapped taking in Lucien, Feyre, and Rhys. "We are here to discuss important matters, not to throw words at each other as if we're children. Lucien it is up to Rhys and Feyre to decide how to rule their court, not you. And you two have no right to use Lucien's dead lover as an example. If you want to make decisions that affect your own court than own it and take the consequences as they come. Now I think there's other more important things for us to discuss."

Nesta looked at Elain, a brief smile crossing her lips as Rhys looked at Elain.

"Then by all means Elain, please continue."

Elain nodded looking at Lucien. "I want to first offer my condolences about your mother. Sometimes I feel like with everything going on, people are forgetting that you just lost your mother." Elain said, her voice gentle.

"Thank you." Lucien replied. His eyes meeting Elain's.

"That being said, we have a problem." Elain said. Lucien sat straighter.

"Go on."

"You know of Kosheci. You were there with our father when he found her. "

Lucien nodded. "Has he done something? Made another move that Vassa and I are not aware of?"

"I believe Kosheci is trying to reach me through my dreams." Elain admitted.

Nesta stiffened, jaw dropping open slightly. She knew that Nyx had went into Elain and Rhysand's dreams, but she didn't think that the death God would be trying to reach them in other ways.

"Is-Is that possible?" Lucien asked. "Vassa has not mentioned anything about this."

"Then I would like to talk to her about it. See what we may be up against." Elain suggested.

Nesta straightened further, about to say something as Cassian squeezed her hand. She exhaled in and out. She needed to let Elain make her own decisions. To carve her own path. But it didn't mean that she wasn't still anxious at the thought of Elain going to the human lands to meet with the human queen.

Lucien nodded. "Then I will take you to her."

The room was silent for a mere heartbeat. As Feyre looked at Elain.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Feyre asked.

"What other option do we have? We need to gain every advantage that we can and if that means that I have to go and talk to Vassa than so be it."

Feyre nodded. Nesta's chest swelled at the sight of Elain.

"I will come with you both." Azriel offered, but Elain looked at him.

"I would rather do this on my own." She stated, a look of hesitation crossing Azriel's face.

"Elain-" He started.

"You can't always protect me." She interrupted looking around the room. "Sometimes I need to stand up on my own. I'll be fine with Lucien. He won't let anything happen to me. And if you don't believe me-" She stopped taking in a breath. "Than it's obvious to me that you don't consider me an actual part of this court."

Feyre snapped back as if Elain had struck her, but Nesta knew what Elain was saying. The others had no response either until Rhys continued.

"Of course we consider you a part of this court and if you want to take on this task than it's yours." Rhys assured her. Elain nodded looking at Lucien.

"We'll leave at dawn." Lucien told her gaze sweeping over the room. "Is there anything else to discuss?"

"I believe that that's all we need to cover." Rhys stated. Lucien nodded getting up from his chair. Elain rose to meet him.

"I'll walk you out." She offered.

"I think I'd like that." He smiled as she walked Lucien out, Azriel's gaze following them until they disappeared from sight.

Rhys and Feyre stood, Rhys interlacing his fingers through Feyre's.

"We'll see you two at dinner. I'm taking Feyre and Nyx on a stroll." Rhys told them, him and Feyre leaving the room after Nesta and Cassian nodded.

"I'm going to check on Elain." Azriel said after hearing the door shut and meeting Elain's gaze. Mor and Amren also decided to leave exchanging brief goodbyes with Nesta and Cassian. Before Nesta knew it, her and Cassian were alone.

He offered his hand to her helping her out and encircling his arms around her.

"That was-" She started. He held her tighter.

"I know." He answered resting his chin a top of her head.

"Do you think she'll be safe?" She whispered. Cassian lifted her gaze to his.

"I know that mates are very protective of their mate. I don't think Lucien will let anything happen to her. Just like I would do anything to protect you and vice versa." Cassian claimed. Nesta nodded.

Cassian leaned down pressing a kiss to her lips. "Come upstairs with me." He whispered. Her smile widened.

"Something on your mind mate?" She breathed. His hands going through her hair breathing her in.

"That particular subject is always on my mind." Cassian grinned. fingers brushing against her neck. Her throat bobbed inhaling his scent. Her arousal mixed with his. "But there is other things I want to do first."

Nesta gazed at him. "Like?"

"I guess you'll just have to come upstairs and see." He smiled. taking her hand in his.

"Then by all means, Mate. Lead the way.

Nesta stepped into her and Cassian's room, Cassian shutting the door behind her as he grabbed her hand leading her to the bed and sitting her down gently.

"Give me just a second." He breathed pressing a kiss to her cheek before he went to the closet retrieving not one but two gifts.

"What are these?" She asked her smile illuminating her face.

"They're your solstice gifts. I didn't get a chance to give them to you yesterday with everything going on."

Nesta nodded looking down. at the bigger one unwrapping it as tears prickled the edges of her vision at the sight of the blanket. The blue fabric feeling soft.

"What is it?" Nesta asked as Cassian kneeled down in front of her touching the fabric.

"This- was mine when I was a baby. It was one of the few things I have left from my childhood. I want our daughter to have it." He said. Tears leaked from Nesta's eyes as she threw her arms around Cassian. He held her close.

"Thank you. I love it." She whispered. He pulled away slightly.

"Go ahead and open your other one." Cassian breathed. A small package still in her lap.

She gently set the blanket to the side opening the small box and pulling out a simple silver necklace. A small sun and moon adorning it.

"Cassian." She breathed. It was beautiful.

"I know you don't usually like jewelry. but I wanted to give you something significant that you can carry with you. Turn it around."

Nesta turned it around, her hand clasping over her mouth at what she saw. Her tears falling as she saw the initials carved there. C N M. All their initials together. Including their daughters.

"I-I-love it. Will you put it on me?" Nesta asked as Cassian took it from her careful not to break the clasp. It gently resting on her skin as she touched it. As she turned back to Cassian pressing her lips to his.

"Thank you." She breathed. He gently touched the nape of her neck.

"I love you, Nesta." He pulled her to him holding her close as she rested her head against his chest listening to his beating heart.

"I love you too." She whispered breathing in her mate's scent knowing no matter what happens next, they'll be ready to face it together.

Chapter Text

The weeks passed by as the cold, harsh winter they had endured crept into spring. The snow drenched earth now turned into an array of colors bringing new life into the world after so much death. Nesta stared up at the sky. The colors sweeping over the horizon as they waited for the dusk to turn into night. Feyre and Elain sat beside her. Elain's knees drawn up, her head resting upon them.

Feyre let the slight breeze blow her hair, the light brown strands framing her face in delicate curls. They could only stay there for a couple more moments, could only revel in Nature's beauty for another second before they had other things to attend to.

For tonight was starfall, and soon Nesta, Feyre, and Elain would get ready for it. Though with the tensions running high with the Autumn court, the boys had been staying up in the Illyrian mountains for the past three weeks to deal with everything there as Feyre dealt with the tension and unsettlement brewing in Velaris. It was only natural that they had hesitated celebrating starfall at all this year.

Sighing, Feyre sat up, extending her hand so she could help Nesta up. Nesta grasped onto her sister's offered hand as she helped her up trying to keep steady on her feet, her ankles cramping at the sudden movement. The aches in them had been getting worse the closer she got to her delivery. Feyre looked at her concern etching on her features.

"How are you feeling? Truthfully." She asked cocking her head to the side.

"I'm feeling like I'm thirty six weeks pregnant and missing my husband." Nesta admitted. Feyre nodded knowing the feeling. Feyre and Nyx missed Rhysand just as much as Nesta missed Cassian.

"I know he would be here if he could." Feyre assured placing a tender hand on her sister's arms in a gesture of comfort.

"I know him, Rhysand, and Azriel wouldn't miss Mor's wedding unless it was absolutely necessary. How is she holding up with all of this?" Nesta asked. A sorrow of a different kind filling her.

"Naturally she's upset, but she would rather they not attempt to dig themselves out of a dangerous snow storm. She would rather they be safe about it. Emerie has managed to calm her down tremendously." Feyre smiled at that last part. If anyone could keep Mor positive during these times. It was Emerie.

The two had decided to move up their wedding wanting to be married as soon as possible if things took a turn for the worst. They had decided that starfall was the perfect opportunity.

"I better start getting ready. We may have three hours before the wedding actually starts, but I still need to shower and get dressed before that."

Feyre nodded, a smile illuminating her face.

"Let me know if you need help with anything." She said lopping her arm through Elain's as they strode towards the house discussing Gods know what before they themselves got ready.

Sighing, Nesta soaked in the last of the suns rays before she headed inside to her and Cassian's bedroom. His faint scent still in the room making her heart slam in her chest, aching with need to see him again, to feel his warmth against her body.

It had been three long weeks without her husband. Without her mate. And she missed him like crazy. Not even distracting herself worked. Not hanging out with her sisters and her sisters in arms or working with Amren on what little magic she could do. She missed him so much that sometimes she would lay awake at night, her daughter awake within her, and imagine it was his hands on her bump feeling their daughter move. She had even started telling her daughter stories of the legends of the fae to fill the void of his absence.

Moving towards the bathroom, Nesta stripped herself of her clothes and undergarments while the bathtub was filling before she slid into it, relaxing her aching muscles. Gods. It felt so good. She grabbed the shampoo inhaling its scent. Lathering it in her hair, working out the tangles she had obtained due to the wind with her fingers, gently massaging her scalp.

A strong kick flew to her stomach, her hand moved to it gently massaging the place where her daughter had kicked.

"Excited from starfall, my love?" She asked, the baby's wing moving against her hand, she laughed softly. "I take that as a yes."

She took her time cleansing herself, washing away the dirt and grim of the day soaking in the water's heat before it cooled. With a short sigh, she climbed out of the tub drying herself off and wrapping herself in the robe Feyre had got for her swearing the designer's robes were the best for maternity wear. She made her way back into the bedroom after she had dried her hair. The dress she would wear tonight hung there. A long sleeved off the shoulder dress made of the richest blue and the softest silk. She reached out towards it, her fingers trailing the fabric.

"Beautiful." A voice that was not her own said making her heart slam against her chest as she whirled around and froze at what-no who she saw.

"Cassian." She breathed, Her heart skipping a beat drinking him in, breathing in his rich scent.

"Hello mate." He breathed, voice low.

Nesta took a moment to look at him. His shoulder length black hair, those hazel eyes, his tall form, his muscled body, his scent in her nostrils latching onto an instinctual part of her. That Gods damned smile of his.

Her heart pounded, something urging her to move towards him, to taste him, to take him over and over until he screamed her name lost in his own ecstasy. Her eyes tracked lower resting upon his erection straining against his leathers. His thoughts matching her own.

"You're home." She firmly said inching towards him, hands clasped together.

He closed the distance between them, so they would only be a breath away. More. Her body screamed the bond sinking in deep. He lifted his hand tucking her still wet hair behind her ear.

"Surprise." He whispered moving closer their lips nearly touching. His eyes searching hers.

"I thought you all were stuck in the mountains?" Nesta replied surprised she could form words with how close he was.

"Technicalities." He smiled. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

"Does Mor know you're-"

"She's the one who winnowed us in from the mountains." Cassian smiled. "Said she would be damned if we missed her wedding. She didn't know we were already on our way to surprise all of you."

Nesta couldn't help the smile that formed on her lips at the thought. As his hand rested on her abdomen moving it in small circles. She laid her hand on the side of it. Content.

"I missed you." Nesta whispered as Cassian tipped her chin up meeting his heated gaze, breath catching slightly as he chuckled softly.

"I missed you too." His gaze swept over her again, heat seeping through it knowing he could smell her arousal like she could smell his. She knew they would not be leaving this bedroom anytime soon.

Her eyes focused on his luscious lips wanting nothing more than to taste them. To feel their warmth. His arm encircled his waist, his other hand in her hair as he pulled her closer lowering his head down. Why wasn't he kissing her already?

"I can hear your heart beating Nes...Is there-something you want?" He teased knowing exactly what he was doing to her.

A smirk played across her lips as she laid an open palm on his chest, her fingers splaying.

"Tons." She rasped tilting her head up as he denied her no longer and dropped his lips down to hers.

The kiss was an explosion of feelings coursing through her, his hands roamed lightly up her back sending shivers down her spine and an urgency in her veins letting his side of the bond leak into her. Feeling at one with her mate.

"Cassian." She pleaded against his lips feeling a throbbing within her.

His tongue tasted the inside of her mouth once more before lifting her into his arms and carrying her to their bed. He gently placed her on it, careful to avoid her bump as he shifted his weight stretching himself out by her side and looking down on her with hungry eyes.

"What?" She asked.

A wicked smile was her only answer as Cassian took his index finger tracing where her naked flesh met her robe. He was so gentle with his feather light touch that Nesta's breath quickened. Gods. She wanted him. Wanted him inside her so much that it was all she could think about.

"Did you miss me Nesta?" He asked, voice husky. hands dipping under her robe, still on her chest, barely missing her breast. She looked at him incredulously.

"Of course I missed you." She breathed. He removed his hand from inside the robe. Nesta clamped her mouth shut not giving him the satisfaction of hearing the whimper that nearly escaped her lips. His smile told her that he knew what she was doing. Dammit.

His hands went to the ties of her robe hovering there that cocky smile still on his lips.

"How much did you miss me?" He asked. She kept her mouth shut. She knew where this particular conversation was going.

His hands halted leaving the ties of her robe all together. She bulked at him. Her body crying out for his touch.

"How much did you miss me sweetheart?"

Two could play at this game. She gave him her best smile grasping his hand and placing it back on the ties of her bathrobe.

"How much do you think?" She asked knowing he could smell how wet she was for him. He inhaled her scent.

He slowly undid the ties of her robe, unwrapping it as it feel to the side. He took one side of her robe exposing the right side, before he exposed her left side leaving her naked body exposed to him. He was too clothed for her liking.

Before she could reach out to take off his leather, he stopped her shaking his head with a mischievous grin. She knew where he was going before he opened his mouth.

"You are forbidden to touch me or yourself Nes. I'm the only one who could touch you." He instructed.

Her core throbbed at the sheer dominance in his voice. She yearned to touch him. To fuck him with her hands, tongue, and mouth, but she would let him take charge for the moment. She nodded.

"Good. Sit up." He spoke. She did so as he grabbed her robe and threw it to the side laying her back down hand going to her hair. Tangling his hand in her hair. Giving her a soft kiss.

"Did you think of me late at night? With your hands between your legs?" He whispered. She gave him a low laugh.

"Yes." She breathed looking at his powerful body. "I've dreamed of you in the dark of the night. Dreamt of your hands between my legs, your tongue doing unspeakable things to me bringing me towards the edge before you sink your cock deep inside me." She finished spreading her legs apart so more of her was exposed to him. A low growl rippled from him as she gave him a ruthless smile.

"Did you want me to do all those unspeakable things to you sweetheart?" He growled.

"You're in charge right now, general." She smirked. "You tell me."

He moved closer to her, his lips aiming towards her neck. To the spot he knew she couldn't resist. She lifted it up for him knowing that she couldn't touch him with her hands, but she could also find other ways to respond to his touch. He pulled his lips away, breathing heavily. Hazel eyes on fire. She knew he was holding himself back, knew that he was drawing it out so they were both yearning for each other when their bodies finally came together.

His mouth moved down to her left breast sucking it gently, his tongue swirling around her nipple trying hard not to touch him. Her breath heavy, needing him, wanting him. His hand went to her breast fondling it, his mouth went to her other breast giving it the same attention as the first. A moan escaped her. His name on her lips before he pressed his own to hers.

"I want to taste you." He whispered, sending shivers down her spine.

"Why don't you?" She whispered.

"Because I spent three weeks in the camps training all the new soldiers that Devlon could get his hands on, and all I want now is for us to enjoy each other as long as we can before I have to go back to that reality." Cassian admitted. Nesta cocked her head to the side. Hair slipping over her shoulder. She smiled up at him.

"You didn't appreciate the new recruits looking upon you as if you were a God?"

"The only time I feel as if I'm a God is when I'm between your legs." Cassian breathed out, her chest heaving. Eyes locking on his lips. She was about to reach about for him as he leaned back again.

"No touching remember." He smiled. That Gods damned smile. She wanted to unleash the wolf inside her. As soon as he uttered the word, she would give in to every instinct she had. All he had to do was say the words. "Lay back down." He ordered, so she did.

"Spread your legs for me sweetheart."

She opened herself up wider, he lowered himself down kissing her knee, bitting it slightly as he trailed feather soft kisses to her thighs working his way up to her inner thigh. Her core throbbing to the point that is was unbearable.

"Cassian." She moaned, His eyes flashing at her.

He sat up removing his shirt in one swift motion, wings extended out. She longed to touch them. to run her fingers through their softness.

"Yes, mate." He purred.

"Please." She whispered. his smile widening.

"What do you need Nes?" Cassian breathed, his own control loosening.

"You. I need you. All of you." She gasped out.

His eyes traveled across her body. "Then we'll have each other." he answered his fingers going to her feeling her wetness as she gasped out. "Let me make you feel good Nesta before I make you scream for me."

Nesta exhaled leaning back feeling Cassian's fingers moving in her. He plunged two in there moving them in out out as he took them out tasting her. His eyes aflame with the taste of her.

"Delectable." He smiled. "Should we go for three?" he challenged, a smile curling on her lips.

"Why not four?" She breathed looking at those beautiful fingers.

"I like the way you think." He smiled extending his wings out plunging his fingers deep into her. Gods. If he kept this up she would come undone underneath his mouth alone. Her moans turning into sobs of pleasure. She wanted to cum. Wanted to cum so bad that she was nearly begging for it.

"Did you want me to taste your climax, Mate?" He growled out, his wolf coming out to play. What he didn't know is that hers had already come out to play.

"Get on your back." She instructed. "I want to fuck your mouth before I let you fuck mine."

His eyes turned primal removing his fingers and placing them in his mouth sucking them one by one. Her taste seeming to put him in a frenzy as her breath turned hard.

"Yes ma'am." He purred. laying down on the bed as he helped Nesta align herself to his mouth, grabbing onto the headboard as he licked her sex, she gasped using the headboard as support as she worked with his mouth and tongue. Riding them as she jolted her hips moving with his pace. A scream erupted from her throat. those sobs of pleasure returning as her legs shook with those force of her climax. She grasped onto the headboard tighter crying out his name meeting his eyes as his nails dug into the flesh of her thighs.

Her breath turned heavy as she removed herself from his mouth, the want for her written all over his beautiful face. Her climax still on his lips.

"Take off your pants." She growled. He smiled at her, his hands going to his leathers undoing them as his erection sprang free, she licked her lips at the sight of it.

She got off the bed, him sitting at the edge of it as she sank down to her knees taking the length of him into her mouth. A groan falling from his lips as she bobbed her head up and down loving the taste of him in her mouth as she took him out of her mouth looking at him.

"I want you to help me take all of you." She said his hand going to her mouth.

"Are you sure?" He asked. She nodded. "Then get that mouth back on me."

She put him back in her mouth, his hands wrapping in her hair. "Relax your throat. We're gonna take this slow."

Preparing herself, Cassian moved in her mouth, his hips thrusting into her mouth making her take him inch by inch until she was nearly down to his balls. Her nipples tinging in anticipation.

"That's it sweetheart." He moaned out, her fingers digging into his thighs. "Did you want me to finish in your mouth? Blink once for yes, twice for no."

Nesta blinked once. Wanting to taste him. To feel him down her throat. He rode her mouth until she tasted him swallowing every bit of himself that he gave her until he pulled her mouth off of him. Her breath heavy as she took a minute to catch her breath.

"Are you doing okay?" He asked. She nodded, she still wanted him in her body. He looked up at him.

"I still want you. I-" She started as he grasped her hand pulling her closer to him, She straddled him, his lips going to hers in a tender kiss as tears leaked out of her eyes. He wiped them away. Damn hormones.

"Hey, it's okay, we don't have to have sex. We can stop whenever you want to. Whatever you need Nesta. I'll give it to you. Just tell me what you want." He whispered.

"I want you. Always." She whispered their mouths met. Passion in their kiss. Mouths colliding. Flames licking together as they fell into the bed. Her legs straddling him.

"What do you want, Nesta Archeron?" He gasped out. As she aligned him to her entrance looking at him with heated eyes.

"I want to ride you into oblivion." She breathed out slamming down onto him, feeling his length as they both moaned at the impact.

"Then by all means Mate, make me see the stars ." He said kissing her lips, his teeth sinking down on her neck.

She started to move her hips taking him deeper and deeper as she met his thrust, thrusting down on him as he thrusted up into her. Gods. If he kept doing that she would be seeing stars herself. Their moans filled the room, his nails digging into her back as hers did the same. Their mouths colliding, breaths matching, hearts racing.

"I love you, I love you, I love you." She cried out, his teeth sinking into her neck sucking. coming close to her climax.

"I love you." He panted coming close to his own climax. "Cum with me, Mate. I need you to cum with me, I need to feel you." He said kissing her cheek, her forehead, her mouth licking her lips, her tongue.

She opened the bond wider, those golden strings of life clinging to his listening to the beautiful harmony of their souls as she threw her head back, her breast moving on his chest as he pulled her close riding both their orgasms together until they were both spent.

Panting, he pulled her close tucking her head in his neck. kissing her forehead, their scents mingled together. Hearts pounding as her head rested on his chest.

"Gods." He breathed, "That was-"

"I know." She smiled looking up at him. His hand going to her bump.

"I'm sorry I've been away for so long. " He whispered, she knew where his thoughts were going. As her lips found his.

"It's your job to protect us. To protect this court. Don't feel shame for it. You came when you could."

"I hate being away from you two." He whispered. his hands rubbing her stomach in circles.

"I know. She's alright. Healthy and strong just like her father." She said, his hand grasped her.

"She's strong like her mother as well." He responded tears coming to her eyes.

"I don't feel strong without you." She whispered.

"You're the strongest person I know Nesta Archeron. Don't ever doubt your strength. It's the part of you that I love the most. It's the reason you'll make a great mother." He said a smile on his face.

Nesta rested her head by his heart listening to it beat for a second longer.

"And you'll make a great father." She smiled at him, he leaned down catching her lips in another kiss.

"We should probably start getting ready." He suggested, she groaned slightly.

"Can't we just stay in this bed forever?" She asked kissing his chest. He chuckled.

"Depends, do you want Emerie and Mor to kick our ass? Or rather mine, because we missed their wedding." He asked. She sighed.

"No. Of course not." She replied, he gave her another kiss.

"Let's get dressed mate."

She got off the bed taking her dress off the hanger and climbing into it as Cassian came up behind her kissing her neck and helping her with her zipper.

"Thank you." She smiled at him, He seemed frozen in place. "What?"

"Maybe we should stay in this room. Test out the durability of that dress." He said drawing her in to his still naked body.

"I think I'll keep my dress on for now, but if you want to test it out later, I'll be more than happy to let you test it out." She replied tipping her head up and giving him a quick kiss.

"Do you have enough time to do your hair?" Cassian asked knowing she almost always wore it up.

"Maybe I'll try wearing it down for once. Do something new."

"I do love you hair when it's down." He said running his hands through it. "But it's up to you."

"Maybe tonight will be full of surprises." She said taking a brush and running it through her hair as Cassian dressed in his more formal clothing as she gazed at him.

"What?" He smiled. She bit on her lip.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love you in your formal wear?" She replied crossing over to him and helping him with his tie.

"Yes, but I do love hearing you say it."

A knock sounded at the door, Nesta went to it pulling the door open as Elain looked at her looking gorgeous in a blush beaded gown the top sheer Her long hair up in a high ponytail, her hair curled. silver earrings dangling from her ears.

"You haven't done your hair yet? Do you need help?" She asked coming into the room before seeing Cassian. "Oh, hello Cassian. I didn't-"

She stopped short inhaling the air. "Oh. I'm sorry if I interrupted anything-"

"You're not interrupting." Cassian chimed in. "We were almost finished getting ready."

"Nesta almost never wears her hair down. I just thought-"

"I'm trying wearing it down for once. Letting my hair loose as some say."

Elain touched the strands smiling. "I keep forgetting how long it was."

"Nesta! Elain! Have you-Oh hey Cassian." Feyre said looking like a true piece of the night in her sheer for fitting long sleeved black gown with an open back. running a hand over her hair as Rhys popped up behind her running a hand through his own hair. Nesta couldn't say anything. She was still brushing out hers.

"Hello Feyre." He smiled pulling her into a quick hug.

She went to her closet pulling out her flats as Cassian grasped her hand helping her. She looked up at him.

"Thank you." She gave him a kiss, turning towards the others. "Is everyone ready?"

The garden was decked out with the sweet scent of roses as the stars above shinned brighter than they had before, Cassian's hand slid in hers a smile on his lips. He was so damn beautiful. He helped her down in her seat placing one arm over her shoulder and the other on her stomach. Nesta smiled leaning her head into his shoulder, soaking in his warmth.

"Hello, lovebirds." Gwyn smiled sitting next to Nesta. Her long red hair up in a bun. She was wearing a light blue gown, the torso appearing as if there were flower petals as well as on the bottom.

"Hey." Nesta smiled leaning in and giving her a hug. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you. You look stunning as well. How is the baby doing?"

"Pushing up against my ribs most days, but madja says she's progressing like she needs to. We're right on track for delivery in about six weeks." Nesta smiled.

"It seems like she's coming soon. Are you excited to meet her?"

"Of course. No matter how much I love being pregnant, I won't miss the hormones and the having to pee every thirty or so minutes. but I can't wait to see her face. To hold her in my arms."

"I can't wait to meet her as well." Gwyn smiled.

"How are the Valkyrie doing?" She asked. Her heart hurting slightly at the mention of them. She had sat in on a few practices, had even done a few exercises with them, but she would have to wait until after she gave birth to get back into their exercises again.

"We're actually doing pretty well. We miss you amongst us though. We do understand though. The girls are excited to meet the baby as well."

"I'll definitely be brining her in the six weeks that madja says I need to heal to introduce her to everyone."

"She'll definitely be the talk of practice that day, but Emerie and I need to talk to you and Cassian about the Valkyrie after the wedding."

Cassian sat up straighter. His hand still on her abdomen. Attention alert.

"It's not bad. It's just an important discussion." Gwyn assured, Cassian looked as if he were about to ask something else when shadows swirled in Their vision next to Gwyn.

"Hey Az." Cassian said as Azriel slid in next to him taking a seat.

"Where's Elain?" Gwyn asked, her eyebrows raised. She hadn't seen the shadow singer since solstice.

"She's sitting beside Feyre." Azriel answered looking anywhere but at Gwyn. His guilt still apparent on his face. They still had not talked about what happened between them. Nor did Gwyn want to. She hadn't even told Nesta all of what happened claiming she didn't want Nesta to worry about it. Even Elain was keeping mummed about it. Something had happened between Solstice and starfall. Something that had effected Azriel, Gwyn, Elain, and even Lucien. He was even here tonight. He wasn't sitting beside Elain, but he was here along with Helion. They had decided to try to get to know each other and establish a relationship. Helion had even been telling him stories about his mother.

But their relationship wasn't the only one that had changed, because that was Lucien getting out of his seat as he made his way to Elain, her smile lighting up her face as her, Feyre, and Lucien continued the conversation.

"You didn't want to sit by her?" Gwyn asked inquisitively.

"No." was all Azriel said turning his attention back to the alter ending the conversation. A heartbroken look passing his face for half a second before his face turned neutral again.

Cassian was about to make conversation again, but than the music started silencing them as they turned their attention to where Emerie stood. Looking gorgeous in her royal purple off the shoulder dress hugging her body. Shinning like the night stars above. Her black hair up, curled slightly, a dark marron lipstick on her lips. Her chest rose and feel as she looked around. A slight panic in her eyes. Nervous, she was nervous. Nesta looked at Gwyn, a silent understanding crossing their face as they got out of their seats.

"We'll be back." Nesta said as Nesta and Gwyn moved towards Emerie. She looked at the two relief on her face.

"I just needed a minute to take it all in." Emerie smiled. "I can't believe we're all here."

"Yeah. We're all here. We're here." Nesta smiled slipping her arm in Emeire's as Gwyn slipped her arm in the other one.

"Now let's get you married." Gwyn smiled as they made their way to the alter arm in arm. Both of them hugging her before making their way to their seats.

Cassian took her hand in his smiling as they turned their attention to where Mor now stood. Her arm looped around Rhysand's. Her smile brighter than all the others as her eyes locked on Emerie. The world seeming to fall away except for the two of them.

Mor looked beautiful with her blond hair curled, bright red on her lips, her red dress hugging her curves, a deep plunge on the neck line bedded embellishments on the torso. similar to Emerie's. as Rhys gave her a kiss on the cheek before placing her hand in Emerie's. The two smiling at each other as the priestess started. Cassian's hand squeezing her own as Mor and Emerie exchanged her vows both of them looking as beautiful as ever, lost in each other. Two women who had overcame so much and found love in each other. Nesta couldn't feel happier for the two of them.

When the priestess pronounced them married, Mor pressed her hands to Emerie's face placing her lips on hers as the dust from the stars falling on them in a mixture of colors. As Nesta reached out her hand the stardust falling upon her lifting her face to the stars. As her eyes locked with Cassian's and he took her hand.

"Ready to go to the reception mate?" He smiled. Her smile grew as he wiped the stardust from beside her eye.

"I'm ready." She smiled taking his hand as they all went to celebrate Mor and Emerie's marriage.

Nesta's laugh escaped her lips as Cassian twirled her, catching her in his arms, pulling her closer as she tilted her head and met his kiss. Feeling high off of his kisses and the excitement of the night. They continued to dance, the stardust falling on both of them as it continued to fall. As Nesta looked over to where Mor and Emeire were dancing lost in each other that they hardly danced with anyone else all night. Save for when Rhysand had danced with Mor as well as Azriel and Cassian. She was now back to dancing with Emeire as Nesta looked around not seeing Elain, Gwyn, Azriel, or Lucien. Where was everyone?

"What's on your mind?" Cassian asked leaning in closer so no one could hear them.

"I'm wondering where the others are." She confided in him looking around again.

"I haven't seen them in about fifteen minutes. But I'm sure everything is fine."

"What if it's not?" She asked, his hand going to her cheek.

"Then we'll go find out. I'll tell Mor that we need a minute and we'll be right back."

Nesta nodded waiting where she was until Cassian was done telling Mor and Emerie. She looked over to where Feyre and Rhys were dancing with Nyx in Feyre's arms. His eyes full with wonder as his hand reached out to the star dust laughing happily at the wonder of it. Her daughter moved surprising Nesta as her hand flew to her stomach feeling her daughter move until Cassian came back. Her eyes locking with his.

"Is everything okay? Are you having another-" He asked, she shook her head.

"Everything is fine. She's just moving. Did you want to feel?" She asked.

"Of course." He smiled as he felt the baby move. "I can't believe she's coming in six weeks. It felt like just yesterday you were telling me you were pregnant. Now we're so close to having our daughter and holding her in our arms. And it just feels so-"

"Surreal?" She asked.

"Exactly." He smiled pressing a kiss to her forehead. A kick sent to his hand. As he grasped her hand, stroking it with his thumb. "Let's go find where everyone went off to."

"After you general." She smiled as they walked through the garden, her eyes landing on the orchids smiling to herself. A smile played on Cassian's lips as he remembered too. The love they had made in that garden, the child they had conceived that night. The stardust was still falling lighting up the walkway as Cassian stopped for a moment to kiss her, his eyes showed the love that he had felt for her. The memories that had resurfaced. Cassian lips moved against hers. her arms wrapping around his neck as his hands went to her back pulling her closer. She leaned into the kiss letting it consume her as she ravished his kisses, his lips traveling to from her lips to her cheek, to her ear, all the way down to her neck as he contiuned to move his lips against that damned weak spot of hers. Making her breathless, her heart race, a small moan escaping her lips, a silent plea on her lips before a high pitched giggle cut through the air interrupting them. Later. His eyes promised they would continue this later.

Taking her hand, Nesta and Cassian followed the laughter to where Lucien, Azriel, Elain, and Gwyn were sitting down beside each other. A bottle of wine in their hands as Nesta's brows lifted.

"Nesta!" Elain shouted, a giggle on her lips as she threw her arms around Nesta pulling her into a hug. The smell of wine on her breath.

"Are you drunk?" Nesta asked, Elain shrugged.

"Maybe, maybe not." Elain giggled stepping back and taking the bottle from Lucien's hand. He seemed like he was buzzed too. Along with Azriel and Gwyn. Who were sitting pretty close together. Nesta noted. Had Elain been sitting by Lucien? She knew their dynamic had changed and that her and Azriel had been on rocky terms after she had gotten back from the human lands, but no one told her anything these days. Nesta bit her lip. Cassian sensing the change within her and squeezing her hand in reassurance. She knew they were trying their best not to tell her anything upsetting but she had to admit it kind of stung.

"What are you guys doing out here?" Cassian asked. pulling Nesta closer, his arm over her shoulder.

"Getting drunk off our ass and discussing life." Lucien answered pouring himself another cup. "We didn't want to be a disturbance to Mor and Emerie's wedding."

Cassian nodded as Nesta's eyebrows lifted once more. Her eyes going to Gwyn's.

"You said you had something to discuss with us. About the Valkyrie." She said. Gwyn's teal eyes meeting her own.

"Oh right. Can we talk about that tomorrow. I'm having-so much fun." Gwyn smiled as Nesta nodded.

"I'll come down to the library and you, me, Cassian, and Emeire can discuss it later." Nesta responded not wanting to interfere with her friend's fun.

"Sounds like a plan." Gwyn smiled patting the spot beside her. "Did you want to join us?"

"I think we're going to head back to the reception, but you guys have fun." Nesta smiled as Cassian nodded in agreement.

"Have fun, you guys." Cassian smiled taking Nesta's hand and taking Nesta back through the garden. "Are you alright? I know this can be difficult at times and I just want to make sure you're alright."

Nesta wiped away the tear that started to fall. Cassian wiping at another one.

"I feel like I'm on a separate part of my life than my friends." Nesta confided hands on her stomach, cradling her abdomen. "And I love our daughter. She's my whole world, but I feel like they don't know what I'm going through because-"

"They've never been mothers." Cassian finished. She wiped at more tears.

"That sounds awful, doesn't it?"

Cassian's hands went to her head, tilting her head up to meet his eyes.

"No. Nesta. You're feeling what everyone feels like. This is your first child. You're allowed to feel like you're in a different place when it comes to some experiences. But I guarantee you Nesta, that when our daughter is born, Gwyn and Emerie aren't going anywhere." Cassian assured kissing the side of her cheek.

"I hope you're right." Nesta said. Cassian pulled her to him resting his head atop of hers and rubbing her back.

"It'll all be worth it. When she's here, it'll be worth it. "

"Yes it will be." She said lifting her head, her eyes locking on his lips.

"What's on your mind, Nes?"

"Wondering if that offer from earlier still applies." She stated, his head lowered.

"It always applies to you Nes, but are you sure you don't want to wait until later? Enjoy this beautiful night together." He asked. She pulled his head down, their lips locking together until they were breathless, the scent of their need in the air.

"We can go back to the reception. Enjoy our time with our friends and family, but afterwards, I want you to take me in everyway you know possible until the only thing I can think about is you." She breathed, his chest heaved. His need filling her nostrils.

"Keep talking like that mate and we won't be making it back to the reception." He smiled giving her another kiss.

"If we were alone and they weren't around us, I'd have you undo the zipper of this dress and take me in the garden like you did before. Next to the orchids as this star dust fell on top of us." Nesta smiled as Cassian hummed in response.

"Maybe we should find a new spot of the garden and I can take you up on that offer."

"So scandalous, what if someone sees us." She purred.

"Isn't that half the fun? The thrill of getting caught?" He whispered, their breaths mingling together.

"In that case. Maybe we should take the risk." She answered, placing her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat faster as her lips collided with his. Their tongues tasting each other. Savoring each other as he intertwined her fingers with his breaking the kiss as she giggled until he found a place, a brick wall beside them as he pressed her to it, kissing her with all the passion and desire his body had as she matched his desire. Digging her nails into his back as he turned her around, careful to avoid her bump as his hand went to her zipper, the dress falling away as he licked the column of her spine and placed kisses up her back until her body nearly collapsed with need.

"Cassian." She breathed, a desperate need in her voice.

"How do you want me to take you, Nesta? Or do you wish to take me?" He asked pulling on her hair slightly pressing a kiss to her neck, kissing it, Licking it.

"I want you to take me. To make me cry out your name until I can't feel anything except you tomorrow." she gasped out.

He moaned at the thought, as Nesta heard him undoing his belt.

"In that case, press those hands of yours on that wall, bend over, and arch your back for me. " He instructed as Nesta did what he said breathing in anticipation as he slid into her both of them moaning as their bodies joined and he whispered. "You feel so good Nes. I may not last long."

He slid in more filling her until she was gasping with want. "Then last for however long you can." She breathed. His hands going to her breast. She felt his smile on her neck. felt as if her own orgasm wouldn't take long either.

"In that case. Hold on tight, mate." He whispered as the sounds of their lovemaking filled the night.

When the reception was over, and Cassian and Nesta said their goodbyes promising Emerie they would talk tomorrow before Mor and her went to their honeymoon, they slipped into their room, the darkness enfolding them as their lips found each other in the dark. The world feel away as they made love to each other until their bodies were spent and sleep found them seeming as if they would be at peace before Nesta felt herself shift.

It had been awhile since Nesta had dreamed. The lake looking familiar somehow as her hand went to her abdomen Her daughter moving like crazy. What was going on here?

"Beautiful, isn't it?" A voice asked. Nesta gasped slightly as she whirled around coming face to face with a man who appeared to be made out of shadows. Her hands crossing over her abdomen in a protective gesture. The man cocked his head.

"Kosheci." she spat. He smiled.

"So you have heard of me. Excellent. It'll make this whole thing easier. though it was more difficult to get into your mind then it was the others."

"You mean my family's? My nephew and sister's" She spat out. pulling her arms tighter around herself. His eyes observed her.

"Yes. Though I did not harm them. I just wanted to have a chat with them." He smiled stepping closer. Nesta took a step away. Her primal and maternal instincts working as one.

"Are those what those nightmares of yours are? Just friendly chats?" She hissed, making sure that her posture remained straight. Her back stiff. Her daughter moved again. She needed to stay calm. If not for herself than for the child she was carrying.

Kosheci shrugged. "They were whatever they wanted them to be." He replied looking towards the lake before looking back at her. "But that's not what I brought you here to talk about."

"Then get on with it." She snapped.

Kosheci lifted his eyebrows but continued. "I heard you made this. Is that correct?" Kosheci asked pulling our a dagger that looked so familiar she had to hold in her gasp.

"Where-Where did you get that?" She asked, feeling like she was going to be sick.

"The autumn lord was more than generous to give it to me. However that does not matter. Did you make this?" He asked. His patience wearing thin.

"You already know the answer or else I wouldn't be here." She breathed taking another step back.

"I know. I just wanted to see if you would try to deny it."

"What do you want?" She asked.

"I want to be back in my physical form. I want what your father promised me."

Nesta's blood ran cold at the mention of her father. Of the deal that he had struck with Kosheci in exchange for setting Vassa free.

"I have no idea what he promised you." She said.

"He promised that he would help set me free. I'm not sure if he knew what bargain he had struck. Someone should have warned him about trusting the fae."

"Again I ask what do you want? What do you think I can do to help? Mt father's bargain is not mine and his bargain with you became null and void when he passed" She hissed.

"I was wondering why I could no longer reach him. Oh well. I will obtain what I want another way, no matter what I have to do to get it."

"Release me from this nightmare. I'm not giving you anything. And neither are my sister's."

"Then you all will suffer." Kosheci promised looking her up and down. A ruthless smile on his face.

"You look so much like her." Kosheci said making Nesta flinch.

"Like who?" but she knew who he was talking about. Deep down she knew.

"Your mother. It wasn't too long ago that I saw her and that cousin of hers at this lake." He grinned. Disgust riffled through her.

"Did you do it? We're you the fae who drowned her cousin?"

Kosheci laughed. "Who said she drowned? Or did your mother not tell you the full story? What if I told you, that she was still alive and she was with me."

"I'd call you a liar." She spat.

"I figured you would. That's why I brought this." He said chucking whatever he held to her. as she looked down and gasped. Her mother's family crest was on it.

"Do you believe me now?"

She dropped the crest, a hand coming to her mouth.

"What have you done to her?"

"Like I said. She's with me. She is bound to the lake. Just as I am. Just as Vassa is."

"How?" She asked, words escaping her.

"Your mother was also not good with fae bargains." He smiled.

Nesta couldn't breath. Too much. It was all too much.

His eyes flickered down to her stomach, his ruthless smile turning brighter as she back up further and further. Doing whatever she could to protect herself. To protect her child.

"You are with child. I take it the father is that fae warrior I met years ago. What was his name? Cassian, was it? That sounds correct."

"Stay away from him. Stay away from our child." She snapped. The wolf coming to play. Her magic slamming into her, begging for a release. Those silver flames licking at her. Feeding on her rage.

"I would bring no harm to your child."

"And yet you would bring harm to my nephew?"

:"There is so much you don't know yet. About him, about your own child. The wind whispers her name to me like it whispered yours. but don't worry, you'll learn why that is soon enough."

"Don't you touch her. You sick bastard."

He didn't answer looking at her as she took another step back and instead said. "Children are unpredictable Nesta Archeron. Or have your sisters visions not shown you the day we will meet in person. Did she not tell you it will be the same day your daughter will be born. She she not tell you she would be your light in the mist of all the despair."

A small amount of Nesta's power slammed into him knocking him off his feet as he looked up at her amazed. The silver flames pooling at her eyes.

"I don't care if you are a death God. I don't care if you are a sorcerer. If you touch one hair on my daughter's, Nephew's or family's head. I. Will. Kill. You. And I always keep those promises."

"We'll see about that." He smiled. Lifting his hand as A hand grasped her ankle, her scream tearing from her throat as she feel into the lake. It's icy water biting into her, colder than the cauldron had been as another scream erupted from her throat.

Strong hands grasped her. Familiar hands, but the screams still came. Her breaths still coming heavy, her chest heaving as she thrashed against the person's hold. The bond slammed into her. She let out a loud gasp collapsing into Cassian's arms. Hot tears falling from her eyes as she chocked out a breath.

"Nesta! Nesta!" He was screaming crying. Her hand flew to her stomach. Safe. They were safe.

The door flew open, Feyre made her way inside Rhys beside her. A panicked look in his gaze. Nyx red faced in his arms. Nightmare. He had a nightmare. Her nightmare. A choked sob escaped her once more as Cassian pulled her closer. His hand on her abdomen.

"Nesta." He spoke gently, concern filling his voice. "What's wrong, sweetheart? What happened?"

"Koschi." She whispered before collapsing into her mate's arms.

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"I'm going to kill him." Cassian growled, his muscles tensing looking every bit of the fae warrior that she remembered.

Nesta now sat up on the bed, her hands on her swollen abdomen. Their daughter was now resting, but it had taken her a while to settle down.

Rhys's spine straightened at the words, violet-blue eyes flickering towards Nesta, but her own rage was burning just as bright as Cassian's. Feyre sat beside her grasping her other hand, trying to calm her with her magic. It wasn't working. Her primal and maternal instinct to protect her child at all cost would always win out.

The door flew open causing Nesta to tense, ready to face any potential threat as Amren, still decked out in her silver dress she had worn to the wedding came in with a wide-eyed Elain and Madja in tow.

"You as well." Amren snapped gesturing to someone outside obviously annoyed that she had been interrupted in the dead of night to wrangle up Gods knew who, which Nesta didn't blame her for.

"We didn't want to crowd the room." Lucien answered. Azriel, Gwyn, Mor and Emerie following him in.

"What's going on?" Nesta asked. She had passed out for another hour having no idea what had occurred during the time.

"Rhys called them here to discuss our next moves and Cassian insisted we also call Madja to check on you and the baby." Feyre explained. Nesta's gaze going towards Cassian's.

"Cassian." She whispered gently pulling on the bond to get his attention.

His head wiped in her direction. His jaw was set, body still tense with the rage that always threatened to consume him if he wasn't careful.

"Cassian, look at me." Nesta instructed, her voice firm.

Their eyes locked. Fire on Fire.

"We're fine. The baby and I are fine. I just felt her move and kicking up a storm in there a while ago." She assured him. Her voice gentle even if her own rage at what Kosheci had done was still prominent.

Cassian's eyes softened slightly, gaze going to where her abdomen swelled with life.

"I understand that Nes. I just wanted to make sure that you and the baby were alright. We don't know the physical effects that one of Kosheci's nightmares can have on the body. And I want Madja to check you over so we can be sure you and the baby are alright."

Nesta nodded knowing that he was just worried. The words Koscheci had told her still fresh in her mind. She had meant what she had said to him. If someone harmed one hair on her child's head, the Lord of Bloodshed would be the least of that person's problems. She knew Cassian felt the same way.

Feyre let go of her hand letting Madja take her place as she grasped Nesta's hand catching Nesta's attention as she looked towards her.

"I'm sorry to pull you out of bed at such a late hour." She apologized. Madja smiled.

"It's no trouble at all, Nesta. If I told you how many times I've made late night house calls because of a certain set of three boys don't know how to stay out of trouble you wouldn't believe me." Madja stated looking over to where Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel stood averting their gazes. A slight smile curling in Azriel's lips before Madja pulled her attention back to her. "Now let's see how your baby girl is doing."

Putting her hands on Nesta's abdomen, Madja moved her hands around it, a deep set frown taking over her features making Nesta's worry flare up.

"What is it? What's wrong?" She asked. Cassian stiffened at the worry in her voice. At the words.

"I don't want you to worry Nesta. I'm just going to ask you a few questions before I take a look inside the womb to see if my assumption is correct."

Cassian's attention was on high alert, everyone in the room tensed making Nesta's heart race. Was she wrong about her daughter being alright? Wouldn't she know as her mother if she wasn't?

"Have you felt a lot of pressure on your lower pelvic area? It would feel like a lightening bolt sensation." She asked.

"Sometimes, but I thought that was normal. The pain hasn't been unbearable." Nesta confirmed running her hands over her stomach.

"Okay, we're going to check on her really fast." Madja said placing one hand on Nesta's abdomen using the other one to grasp Nesta's hand.

Her daughter's heartbeat filled her ears calming her enough to handle the anxiety she felt for a minute before her eyes flickered to the ultrasound. Her breath caught, her spine straightening as her heart dropped into her stomach, her eyes going to Cassian whose face contoured with the same shock she felt.

"She-She's never been in that position before. What's happening?" Nesta's voice quivered as Cassian made his way towards her grasping her other hand. His warmth filling her hand.

"I was hoping she'd wait a couple more weeks before flipping into that position. most fae children wait until their forty weeks to do so , but it appears as if your daughter has dropped."

Nesta sucked in a breath looking towards Cassian. His hand tightened in hers.

"She-She still has six weeks left. She isn't ready to be born yet." Nesta replied, stroking her stomach, bumping Madja's hand off.

"Babies can be unpredictable." Madja assured causing Nesta to flinch at her words, but Madja continued, "But like I said before, I don't want you to worry, Nesta. You're not in active labor and everything else is good. Your daughter is healthy and just because she's in this postion doesn't mean she'll come before the six weeks is up. I just want you to prepare yourself if you go into labor earlier than expected."

A lump formed in Nesta's throat making it hard to speak as Cassian noted her distress and spoke next.

"What can we do?"

"Our next course of action is to try to get Nesta to at least the forty one week mark. Which means I'm putting Nesta on bed rest for the duration of her pregnancy. She can still go to places, but I want her off her feet as much as possible. I also recommend no intercourse." She paused looking between Nesta and Cassian. "We want to at least try to get Nesta to full term."

"Thank you Madja." Nesta replied. Cassian agreed.

"I want you to give me a call if you feel any signs of active labor. Do you still have the list I gave you from the last time?" She asked.

Nesta nodded, her words having trouble forming past her lips.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice Madja." Cassian said giving Nesta a kiss to her temple. Her eyes were burning with the threat of fresh tears that were starting to pool in her eyes. Cassian's own eyes filled with sorrow.

"I'll walk you out." Azriel offered, Madja giving him a smile as he led her out of the room. Cassian climbed onto the bed pulling Nesta to his chest so she could burrow her face into it not wanting anyonw to see her tears.

"Come back later." Cassian instructed to the others, his voice carrying the tone of a general instructing his soldiers. She hardly heard him using it.

"Cassian, we need to discuss-" Rhysand started, Cassian bared his teeth, tensing.

"Now." He snapped, his eyes turning cold.

"Let's give them some space." Feyre ordered grasping Rhysand's hand. "They both need time alone to process all of this. They'll talk with us when they're ready and we'll offer them the same respect they would show us if the situations were reversed. We'll see them tomorrow if they still feel like talking to us."

Nesta pulled her face from Cassian's chest long enough to give Feyre an appreciative look, a silent thanks in her eyes as Feyre ushered the others out of the room leaving Cassian and Nesta alone as Nesta went back to seeking comfort in her mate's arms.

Nesta had no real concept of time, had no knowledge of how long she stayed in Cassian's arms clutching her stomach, letting her tears fall as Cassian murmured words of comfort in her ear wondering if they believed them himself.

He promised her that they would get through this. Promised that they would do everything to ensure their daughter was born healthy and out of harms way. She had not spoke of her dream, had not told him the words Kosheci had spoke. She didn't know if she could bare talking about it twice.

His fingers ran through her hair, lips pressed to her temple. His hand going towards her abdomen. She knew deep down he was handling the news like she was. She wiped away the last of her tears, her blue-grey eyes now boarding into his.

"How are you feeling about this truthfully?" She asked. She sniffed, her nose running.

"I want to find Kosheci and break every bone in his body for going after you and her child. I'm not sure what he said to you, but when you woke up from the nightmare, I-I couldn't stop your screaming. I had to use the bond to ease your pain. What happened, Nesta? What did he say to you?"

"Rhys and the others-" She started, Cassian tilted her chin up.

"Rhys and Feyre have Daemati powers they can use to fill in the blanks. You don't have to utter one word of it to the others if you don't wish to. You can confide in me, Nesta. You can trust me enough to tell me what happened. I don't want you to bare this burden alone. I want you to always feel like you can tell me first."

Nesta swallowed, her fingers traveling down her stomach.

"There's so much I have to tell you." She whispered. Cassian's forehead touched hers.

"Then by all means mate, Go ahead. I'm all ears."

Nesta bit down on her lip, not sure where to start. Could she place this burden on Cassian too? Would it be fair? But she knew that if her and Cassian's relationship were to survive, she would always be honest with her. She didn't want to shut him out. Not again. Never again.

"Kosheci has-He has the dagger. I don't know how or why, but Beron gave it to him." Nesta started causing Cassian to curse.

"We'll do whatever we can to get it back." He promised running a hand over the back of his head.

"How?" She asked searching his face.

"I'm not sure yet, but maybe Rhys or Amren may know a way. What else did he tell you?"

She inhaled and exhaled not knowing how to tell him this not knowing how to tell anyone. She could hardly believe it herself. How could she tell Cassian a story she didn't even know herself?

"Nesta." Cassian breathed, voice soothing, grasping her hand and intertwining their fingers. "Whatever it is you can tell me."

"My mother never taught me to swim." She let out making Cassian look at her in question. She continued. "My mother never taught me, because she was terrified of the water. I learned eventually of course ,but I always wondered why she was terrified of the water. Until one night she told me."

Nesta paused Cassian's full attention on her. Not wanting to interrupt.

"She claimed that a fae had drowned her cousin in the lake when she was younger. It's why she always hated the fae, but I-I'm starting to think there's more to the story than that."

"How so?"

"Koschei, He-He knew my mother. He was there that day. He-He saved her cousin's life."

"How do you know this?" Cassian asked holding onto her tightly in reassurance.

"Kosheci told me." She admitted. "He told me I looked so much like my mother. He also told me that her cousin was still alive. He said that she was with him the same way Vassa was."

"She's bound to the lake." He asked, Nesta nodded.

"My mother made a deal with him just like my father had, but I still don't know her deal."

"Did he say what your father offered him in exchange for Vassa's assistance?"

"He promised to help find a way to release him from the lake."

Cassian made a sharp intake of breath.

"The deal is null and void to begin with. My father is dead and Kosheci has no way out that I know of, so I'm not sure what he expects me or my sisters to do about it." She replied looking down at their intertwined hands.

"Kosheci will do whatever he can to release himself from that lake including harm you and the child to get his way. I won't let him. I won't him harm either of you." Cassian promised.

"And I won't let him harm you either. We're a partnership. We'll face him together."

"Together." Cassian smiled. Their daughter moving as if she were also agreeing.

"How do you feel about one of your relatives being alive?" He asked after a few silent moments.

"I don't know how to feel I've never met her." Nesta answered. "The only reason I knew Kosheci was telling the truth was because he had my mother's family crest. How would he have it if he wasn't telling the truth?"

"What if he's still lying to you?" Cassian asked.

"What would be the reason to? What does he gain by lying?"

"Did you want to know her?"

"What would be the point?" She inquired running her hand over her bump.

"What if she could answer the questions about your mother that you want to know?"

"I don't think I want to know anything else about my mother." She responded grasping onto the blanket underneath her.

"Even if it helps lessen the pain?" He asked. Her hazel eyes searching hers.

"I'm just not ready to deal with that part of my life yet. Especially not with what's happening with our daughter. There's plenty of time to find out the truth later."

Cassian pulled her close, she breathed in his scent calming her senses.

"Whenever you're ready to face it. I'll be here for you."

"I still want to tell Feyre and Elain. It's not right to keep the truth away from them."

"We'll talk to them in the morning. Is there anything else he said to you?"

Nesta snuggled closer her eyelids heavy. Tired. She was so tired, but she knew this discussion was important. Knew that it was helping her and knew he had the right to know the rest of the truth.

"The wind speaks her name like it did mine. He's- He's heard it. He knows she's yours. He also claims that there's so much about her that we don't know. Same goes for Nyx."

Cassian gritted his teeth shifting slightly.

"I don't care if he knows she's mine. He won't get anywhere near her. Or near you."

"I don't think you can keep that promise." She replied. Cassian tensed.

"What do you mean?"

"He claimed that we'll meet the day that she's born." She confessed looking up at him, his face twisted in rage.

"That won't happen." Cassian growled.

"If it happens Cassian, we'll protect her. He won't get near her, but with me there is no guarantees."

"We have one." Cassian reminded her.

"Elain has only seen mere moments of our daughter's birth. Surely she would have told if there was anything in that vision about Kosheci." She told him.

"What if she isn't telling you the whole truth? What if she's trying to protect you or our child?"

"I can ask her about it in the morning, but for right now we need sleep. We have a lot to talk about with the others, but that was all he said to me."

"How did you get out of the nightmare?" Cassian asked laying back on his pillow tucking the blanket in closer wrapping it around them.

"I woke up after being dragged into the lake after I blasted Kosechi with some of my magic. I-I know I shouldn't have did it but-"

"You don't need to apologize for using your magic. Sometimes we can't help it when we're in stressful situations."

"What if this happened to her because of me?" She asked, her tears threatening to spill.

"You can't blame yourself Nesta. You heard Madja this happens. If she comes early, we'll handle it the best that we can."

Nesta nodded not trusting her words as he pressed a kiss to her lips.

"Sleep, mate. We'll deal with what's left to come in the morning."

"I love you." She replied, resting her head on his chest. Eyes closing.

"I love you too." was the last words she heard before she drifted into a dreamless sleep.

When Nesta awoke tucked at her mate's side, she stretched out, Cassian's sleepy gaze resting upon her. She knew this day would change everything. She also knew that nothing would ever be the same again. She would give herself five minutes. Five minutes to pretend that everything was okay. Before they had to start their day anew.

He leaned his head down catching her lips. The kiss so soft and tender. Not urgent or demanding. She cherished these kisses the most. The taste of him on her lips. The love between them.

"Good morning." She murmured sleepily.

"Good morning." She smiled snuggling in closer to him. Soaking in his warmth, the strength of his body.

"Are you-" She started, but she stopped him.

"Five minutes." She suggested.

"Five minutes." He agreed laying his hand on her abdomen a smile illuminating that beautiful face of his.

Time. They had promised that they would have this time. They would not let anyone take this from them ever again.

"Did you want something for breakfast? I can make some for us and bring it back so we can actually enjoy the morning together." Cassian asked stroking her cheek.

"I'd like that." She grinned. Cassian leaned in for another kiss, Nesta's mouth brushed against his.

"I'll be back." He replied smiling.

"Don't be long." She replied pulling the covers over herself as Cassian headed for the door.

Laying her head back on the pillow, Nesta stared up at the ceiling, her long hair splayed everywhere as she grasped a strand of it. Would her daughter have the same hair or would she inherit her father's? Would she even like her hair up? Or would she prefer it down? There was so much she couldn't wait to discover, but so much that terrified her as well.

She mauled back over the conversation she had had with Koschei in her mind along with the questions she wanted to ask everyone else. She was so tired of being out of the loop. She needed as much information as possible if she were to protect her daughter. She would expect no less.

Nesta had no idea how long she laid there, her hand resting on her on her abdomen feeling her daughter move before Cassian came back, a tray in his hand filled with so many plates that Nesta was impressed that he could carry them all.

"Did you need help with that?" She asked about to assist him as his eyes flew to her.

"You're supposed to be on bed rest which means keeping the heavy lifting to a minimum." He reminded her setting the tray down on the bedside table and sitting beside her.

"I'm sure I can handle a tray." She assured him, Cassian looked her over wary.

"I know I'm being over barring, but ever since Madja told us about the baby last night, I don't want to put any added stress on you unless it is absolutely necessary. She still has six weeks left and Madja said she wants to get her as close to them as possible."

"And I'll try my best to take it as easy as possible. I promise But I don't want to lounge in bed for six weeks straight, no matter how appealing it may seem. I'd go stir crazy. Besides we have Nyx's birthday and-"

"Your birthday." Cassian answered.

"I stopped celebrating my birthday when I was ten Cassian." She admitted. She was never really big on birthdays.

"What if we did something for you on your birthday this year? Maybe go somewhere and have some peace and quite before the baby is born." Cassian suggested rubbing her stomach. Their daughter moving against his hand with one of her wings that Madja had claimed were now fully formed. She wondered if her daughter's wings would look the same as Cassian's.

"I don't think going away would be the best idea. What happens if we go somewhere and she choses that exact moment to want to be born."

"We can go somewhere here. Maybe go out for dinner. That way if our little warriror does come on that day, Madja will be one call away." He answered. Nesta gazed up at him.

"I'll consider what I want to do that day." Nesta said as Cassian stabbed a piece of egg with a fork and brushed it against her mouth. She took a bite humming in pleasure.

"I could get used to this." She added taking another bite.

Cassian took her hand and squeezed handing her a plate of eggs, biscuits, and bacon . She took it gratefully.

"I also have strawberries if you're interested." He said offering her one as she plopped it in her mouth.

He grabbed another one so she could bite into it.

"Do we have any cream?" She asked.

He smiled grabbing a small bowl filled with exactly what she was seeking.

"I'm offended that you don't think I know you." He teased as she stuck her finger in the cream and swiped it on his nose. He repeated the motion with hers.

"Now we match." Cassian smiled swiping the cream from his nose and placing it in his mouth. Nesta wiped the cream off of hers and grabbed for another strawberry dipping it in the cream and placing it in her mouth.

"You always did make the best breakfast out of the two of us." She smiled, his hand landing on her stomach.

"I'm glad you and the baby enjoy it."

"I should really get back into learning how to cook before the baby arrives. Maybe it'll help me pass time." Nesta said taking a piece of bacon, the salt hitting her taste buds just right.

"I could teach you a recipe or two if you're interested in learning." He offered stroking the heart of her palm.

"I'd like that." She replied leaning in and kissing him tasting the strawberries and cream on his own lips.

"I wish you didn't have to go through this." Cassian blurted out after they had finished their kiss.

"Go through what?" She asked taking a bite of her biscuit.

"I wish Kosheci wasn't a problem. I wish you didn't have to find out one of your relatives was being held captive by him. I wish that we'd be discussing how excited we are to hold our baby for the first time with the others instead of what our next strategy is going to be. You deserve more than this." He explained, Nesta squeezed his hand placing her other on her abdomen.

"I know our life isn't perfect Cassian. I wish we could have all those things and more too, but I also know that no matter where we are or who were with or what's going on that as long as I have you and her than I'm ready to face anything. As long as we're all in this together. We might not get what we want always, but we have what we need. I'm married to the love of my life and soon we'll have this beautiful baby girl who we'll raise in our home whether it be here or illyria. Everything will be as it's meant to in the end. Even if we have to face some difficult times to get us there. " She smiled as Cassian pulled her close, chin resting atop of her head as he breathed her in.

"We'll face them together. We always do." Cassian promised, the two of them staying there in silence taking five more minutes to enjoy each other before they went downstairs to face their new reality.

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Several wandering eyes landed on her as Nesta’s hand tightened on Cassian’s before he helped her to her chair, grabbing it by the back and pulling it out for her as he helped her sit feeling instant relief from the pressure that had been building between her legs.

Nesta’s hand went to her abdomen, caressing it gently, and Cassian pulled up a chair beside her sitting down in it.

“What did Madja say?” Feyre asked breaking the silence. She was always good at doing so.

After Nesta and Cassian had finished their breakfast, they had been surprised when Madja had dropped by wanting to double check a few things for her records and making sure that Nesta was as comfortable as possible.

“Like she said last night, the baby dropped and when she checked my cervix, she said she could feel the baby’s head, but my cervix hasn’t opened yet and i’ve displayed no signs of active labor, so it’s up to her when she wants to arrive.” Nesta answered, Feyre’s eyes locking on hers.

“Are you doing okay?” She asked, her eyes softening with concern.

“Besides feeling like I have a huge weight between my legs, I’m doing relatively okay. Me and the baby are both healthy and I’m hoping to keep it that way. But that’s not what we’re all here to discuss.” Nesta’s gaze locked on Feyre’s again who looked towards Rhysand.

Rhysand straightened, about to get out of his chair before Nesta held up a hand stopping him in his tracks.

“I’d rather Feyre do it, if you don’t mind.” Nesta stated quickly as Feyre nodded moving towards her.

She knelt in front of her, outstretching her hand. Nesta grasped it, opening up her mind to Feyre as Feyre gasped and fell to the floor wide-eyed looking up at Nesta in shock.

Rhysand shot up at the same time Cassian did, positioning his body in front of Nesta and the baby. Feyre’s gaze went to Rhysand.

“Sit down.” She instructed. Rhysand settled back in his chair.

Feyre sat back up, dusting off her dress as she looked towards Elain than Nesta.

“You, me, and Elain we’ll discuss that particular matter in a moment.” Feyre clarified loudly. This was something they all had to discuss as a family. She turned to Rhysand. “Kosheci has my sister’s dagger.”

Both Rhys and Amren flinched, Rhys’s mouth going slack rubbing at his chin hard with his hand before he turned to Azriel.

“Azriel-“ He started before Azriel shot up.

“Already on it.” Azriel announced sparing a glance at Elain and Lucien before he left.

“Is there more that we need to-“ Rhysand started before Feyre interrupted.

“I need to use our study to discuss things with my sisters, Rhysand. Cassian can fill you in on the rest.” She explained shooting a glance at Elain who sat up as Feyre helped Nesta out of her chair and they walked into the study. Feyre shutting the door tightly. The room enchanted with a sound proof barrier so they wouldn’t be heard.

“Elain, what all did you see in your visions?” She asked sternly. Her voice sounding more High Lady than sister. Elain flinched in response.

“Which one?” She asked. So there had been multiple.

“The one where Nesta gives birth.” Feyre supplied, her voice coaxing.

Elain’s face paled as her gaze fixed on Nesta. No, not Nesta. The baby.

“Elain, look at me.” Nesta ordered trying to keep calm. Elain met her gaze. She kept her tone stern. “If you know anything and I mean anything about my child, you tell me. This is my daughter. It’s my job to protect her.”

“Please don’t be mad, Nesta. I-I was scared and I didn’t know how-how to tell you. I couldn’t even bring myself to tell Feyre. It’s my fault. All my fault.” She cried, tears threatening. Nesta stiffened.

“What happened?” Nesta growled out. All the calmness leaving her body. Feyre stepped closer to her, she shot her a warning look. Her child came first. Feyre of all people had to understand that.

“Tell her Elain.” Feyre instructed. Her eyes shifting from one sister to another.

“I’m the reason Kosheci has the dagger.” Elain admitted taking Nesta aback. Even Feyre looked towards their sister with stunned shock.

“What?” Nesta breathed. Her hand flying to her stomach. “Wh-Why would you do something like that?”

“It-It was an accident. Nesta, you-you have to believe me.” Elain stammered taking a step towards her as Nesta took a step back, lifting her hand up. The rage she felt come across her gaze.

“Stop talking.” Nesta demanded sitting down in a chair. Her hand still cradling her stomach protectively.

“Nesta, I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for this. Elain would never willingly give Kosheci the dagger and put you and the baby in danger. You have to know that.” Feyre explained. Her gaze fixed on her.

“Deep down I know that Feyre, but I’m not exactly calm when a threat to my child’s life presents itself.” Nesta snapped.

Before Feyre could answer, the door flew open, Cassian coming into the room and looking at the three of them wide-eyed.

“What happened?” He snapped moving towards Nesta, kneeling down so he could take her hand and soothe her hair. “I could feel her distress through the bond.”

“Cassian-“ Feyre started, but Nesta looked towards Elain.

“Tell him. She’s his daughter too.” She commanded.

“I’m the reason Kosheci has the dagger. He has possession of it because of something that I did.”

“What the hell did you do?” Cassian growled. The room tensing.

“She was protecting me.” A new voice said all of their glances shifting towards Lucien as he entered the study.

“Lucien, I can handle this.” Elain assured him as he shut the door to the room.

“You shouldn’t have to. I’m the reason we’re in this mess to begin with.” Lucien reminded her. Impatience and anger filling Nesta.

“Someone better start explaining.” She snapped. Cassian trying to send her loving and encouraging feelings down the bond.

“Beron found us when we were in the human lands.” Lucien started.

“Why were you by Kosheci’s lake to begin with?” Nesta asked.

"We were escorting Vassa to it. Kosheci was getting rather impatient with her not being there and we were going to try to negotiate a new deal with him."

"What made you think he would do that?" Cassian asked. His thumb stroking Nesta's hand.

"Because he told me he'd be willing to listen." Elain explained smoothing the wrinkles that had started to form on her dress.

"Why didn't you tell us any of this as soon as he contacted you?" Feyre inquired looking at both Lucien and Elain.

"Because I knew you wouldn't let me do it. Knew that you two would try to protect me when all I was trying to do was protect you." Elain answered squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin. Defiance and something more in her eyes.

"What happened when you got there?" Feyre asked accepting Elain's response.

"It was all a set up. A way to trap Vassa and I and to kill Lucien." Elain admitted running her hand through her hair.

"Why would Kosheci want to kill Lucien?" Feyre asked, her gaze shifting to Lucien.

"And why did he try to trap you?" Nesta added. A deep pit forming at her stomach at the thought of it.

"He claimed that we're the same. He tried to convince me that being with him was my destiny." Elain shuddered. "And it was Beron who tried to kill Lucien. As soon as he told me what he did-He claimed that he would take care of that problem before Beron attacked Lucien with your dagger."

"Did he hurt-" Cassian begun, Lucien interrupted him.

"I managed to move out of the way before he landed the killing blow." Lucien answered. His gaze going to Elain. "But I have no doubt I would have died if Elain hadn't been there."

"What happened with Beron, Elain?" Nesta asked.

"I knocked the dagger from his hands before he could hurt Lucien and it fell into the lake before Vassa could catch it." She said. Nesta sat up causing Cassian to stiffen.

"We'll be fine." Nesta assured him moving towards Elain. "You did what you could to protect Lucien. I would have done the same thing if Cassian had been at risk."

Elain's gaze met Nesta's.

"Kosheci is still bound to the lake, but there's more that you need to know. More that involves your child and our-our relative." Elain finished causing Nesta to suck in a breath.

"You know of her?" Nesta asked hands going to her abdomen as her daughter started to move once more.

"She emerged from the lake when the dagger dropped into it. But it-it was like she wasn't herself. Like she was being controlled by him."

"What happened to her?"

"Charlotte. Her name is Charlotte ." Elain whispered. Nesta noted that for later.

"What happened to Charlotte?"

"She vanished as if I imagined her. But one of the-"

"Maybe she could winnow like the human queens could."

Elain contemplated this.

"Perhaps, but this magic didn't feel like regular fae magic. It felt darker than that, More raw."

"Did it feel like the magic that I possess?" Nesta asked. Elain shook her head.

"Not really. This magic felt potent. It felt like rotted flesh. Smelt of decay rather than death."

Cassian clenched his jaw, but stayed silent as Nesta continued.

"How does our daughter fit into all this?" Nesta asked. Her tongue feeling as if it were sticking to the root of her mouth.

"As soon as she disappeared she told me that she would see us soon. That's when my vision changed."

Nesta stiffened. "Is the baby-?"

"She's still healthy in my visions, but I don't see the field anymore. The location has changed, but it was too dark for me to see anything. All I saw were the stars. They appeared to be like the ones that we have here and I hear loud shouts ringing out, but they're not nearly as many as there were before." Elain answered. Nesta nodded.

"I'll go get Rhys. Perhaps he'll know the location." Feyre explained making her way out of the office to retrieve Rhys.

"Was I there with her, Elain?" Cassian asked placing his hand on Nesta's stomach.

"Yes." Elain answered but Nesta felt like she was withholding pivotal information.

"Was there anyone else there with us?" Nesta asked as Elain's chest heaved.

"You and him were the only two I saw and he was the one I saw delivering the baby."

Cassian took a sharp intake of breath. Nesta's world stilled.

"I-I've never delivered a baby before."

Nesta grabbed his hand and squeezed even if her own nerves were trying to claw their way out. Elain turned to Cassian. Reassurance in her gaze.

"Nesta and the baby were both fine. And if we can pin down the location we can assure that you don't have to deliver your daughter by yourself. My visions aren't always set in stone. And if it does come to that we can help you prepare for that too."

Cassian nodded although Nesta could still see the fear on his face. She was about to assure him that they would all be okay when Feyre came back with Rhysand, who made his way to Elain outstretching his hand.

"May I?"

Elain took his outstretched hand only taking it back when he was done.

"We'll talk about you two withholding information from us later, but for right now I do recognize the place that Nesta is at." Rhys confirmed. Nesta breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing her hand on her baby bump moving her hand where her daughter was moving.

"She's in Velaris. Downtown if I assume correctly." Rhysand looked over to Cassian. "You looked ready to pass out in the vision she showed me."

"I did deliver my daughter." Cassian supplied looking down at his hands as if the memories were surfacing. Rhys eyes softened in response.

"We'll assure that everything will be fine. You were probably the first one who who got to her and Elain said that the future can always change."

"I have to speak to Madja." Cassian said.

"I'll set up a meeting for you two and she'll show you the basics, but for now spend time with your mate. You two have been through a lot in the past couple of days." Rhys stated placing a hand on Feyre's back. "And you two need to come with us. Like I said we need to have a talk." He said to Elain and Lucien.

"You can have the office." Nesta said grasping Cassian's hand. "Cassian and I are going home."

Rhys nodded. Feyre giving her a hug promising they would talk later. Nesta nodded turning towards Elain.

"Nesta. I'm sorry." Elain said.

"I'm upset that you chose to keep this from me." She started, her hands rubbing her abdomen. "But I'm not mad. At least I know now, but don't ever keep information about my daughter from me again. You're not her mother and it's not your right to make decisions about her safety for us."

"I promise never to do it again." Elain assured. Lucien grasped her hand squeezing. Nesta would have to ask her about that later too. There was still a lot her and Elain had to talk about.

"Are you ready?" She asked Cassian, who looked at her.

"Yes." He answered looking at Rhys who gave him a nod as they walked outside, Cassian taking Nesta in his arms and launching up into the sky flying home in silence.

When they arrived home, Nesta uttered a quick hello to the house as she pulled Cassian into the bedroom shutting the door as her arms encircled him pulling him close.

"I'm sorry." He mused, his lips pressed to her hair.

"What do you have to feel sorry for?" She asked gazing into his hazel eyes.

"I'm sorry that you have to go through all this. Your pregnancy should be a happy one." He claimed, sadness etching his features.

Nesta took his hand and placed it on her stomach feeling their daughter move again.

"You have to listen to me Cassian, because I feel like this is something you need to hear." Nesta instructed as Cassian's gaze fixed on her. " Yes, there has been parts of this pregnancy that have been difficult, I'm not going to lie to you about that, but I love this baby. She means everything to me and yes, hearing about her birth scares the living shit out of me, but then I remember my sister saying that she's happy and healthy and in the end that's all that matters to me. But I know that hearing you'll be the one to deliver her scares you."

Cassian gulped looking down at his scarred hands.

"What if I accidently hurt her? I've done some terrible things in my life Nesta, but if I harm my own child because I don't know what I'm doing-"

"Nesta grasped Cassian's hand. "You won't."

"How do you know that?" He asked.

"Because I know you. We'll get through this. I promise." She whispered tilting her head up as Cassian closed the distance between their lips pulling her closer as her head rested on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

"Thank you." He whispered pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Anytime. Now how about one of those cooking lessons?" Nesta smiled, his own meeting hers.

"I'd love to. Let's get started mate."

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Nesta pressed one last kiss to Cassian's lips for good measure, Azriel sparing a glance to them as she pulled away, her hand on his chest.

"Try not to be gone for too long." She said, his hand running through her hair.

"It's only for the night, I promise." Cassian assured placing his hand on her stomach. "Take care of mommy while I'm gone little warrior." He said placing a kiss to her abdomen, before giving Nesta one last kiss and leaving with Azriel to the human lands.

Ever since Elain had informed them of what happened with Charlotte, Rhys had instructed Azriel and Cassian to keep an eye on what was happening in the human lands and tonight they both were on surveillance.

"I guess it's just you and me tonight baby girl." She stated, running a hand over her stomach as she made her way over to her book shelf making a selection and settling into her chair reading out loud for her daughter. One hand placed on her abdomen as she felt her daughter responding to her voice. She had started to love it when Nesta would sing or read for her making Nesta's heart fill with joy.

She was still reading a passage out loud to her daughter before a knock sounded at her door, Nesta's head jerked to it shutting her book as she sat up looking towards the door before sitting up hand on her stomach, moving towards the door, her guard up just in case she got any unwanted vistors before she pulled it open to reveal Gwyn and Emerie on the other side. Nesta let out a breath of relief at the sight of her friends.

"Hey." Nesta smiled hugging Gwyn and Emerie. "I didn't expect to see you two today. Come in."

Nesta and Emerie followed her inside, the house sending a gust of wind to them in greeting, a smile forming on Gwyn's face.

"We thought you could use the company." Emerie answered sitting down on the couch

Nesta’s smile met her own as she carefully settled onto the couch, Gwyn sitting next to her.

“I appreciate it.” Nesta stated grateful she had friend as amazing as Gwyn and Emerie to support her. She didn’t think she would be able to handle one more night alone despite the brave face she had put on for Cassian. The nightmare from Koschei and Charlotte still lingering at the back of her mind.

She shook those thoughts from her mind, refusing to focus on them as she turned to Emerie.

“How was the honeymoon?” She asked, an exceptional smile crossing Emerie’s face giving her off a newly married bride glow.

“It was amazing and the Winter Court is gorgeous this time a year. Don’t even get me started on the food there or I’ll never stop talking. I only hope my restaurant is half as good as some of the selections Vivianne has there.”

Nesta placed her hand on Emerie’s and squeezed.

“I have no doubt it will be. Are you and Mor still planning on opening in the summer???” She asked Emerie nodded.

“We’re hoping for the very begging of summer of we can swing it. Now that almost everything is ready to go. We’ve even managed to hire a few members for our staff.” Emerie smiled, pride shining in her eyes. This was news, Nesta herself had volunteered to help put at the restaurant, but Emerie hadn’t wanted her to trouble her saying that she was more than welcome to take however long she needed with her daughter before coming back to work which Nesta was grateful for.

“Anyone that I know?” Nesta asked wondering if she should have offered them something to drink. She had never been good at playing hostess.

“Yes actually. I managed to get Aspen, Serenity, and...Annika involved in helping out the restaurant.”

Nesta stiffened slightly at the last name, but forced herself to relax. She had nothing against Annika. Not really. It would just be a little bit tense working with her when Nesta did start up again, but this was Emerie’s choice not hers.

Emerie cleared her throat as if she had seen the shift in Nesta’s posture and knew exactly what it was about. Annika’s words had still stung, had clawed their way in deep. She had not talked to the female since their argument, but it didn’t mean the implication of her words didn’t have some affect on Nesta.

“Annika came to me about the position saying she needed a distraction from everything. She promised to be as professional as possible, but I told her I would have to think it over. I didn’t want to bring her on board unless you were one hundred percent okay with it.” Emerie assured her. Nesta pondered this decision for half a second.

“I’m sure I can manage working with her. Especially if it helps you out. And if it helps her too, who am I to say no.” Nesta answered, Gwyn smiling at her in approval.

Emerie leaned forward and hugged Nesta which she gladly returned her daughter kicking at her stomach. Making Emerie jerk then laugh slightly.

“I think I’ll never get used to that. “ Emerie laughed, the sound joyous.

Nesta’s smile grew, her hand running over her stomach in admiration. “I think I’ll miss it when she’s finally here.”

“At least you’ll have holding her in your arms to look forward to.” Emerie said running her hand over Nesta’s abdomen. A kick flying to her hand. “Has there been any changes?”

“She’s still dropped, but Madja says she’s still not ready yet. Although I’m not fooling myself into thinking that she won’t come whenever she wants to.” Nesta answered, Emerie nodded.

“Do you think she’ll come during your birthday?” Gwyn asked, Nesta looked towards her.

“How did you-?”

“Did you seriously think you could keep your birthday a secret from us again this year and us not do something for it?” Gwyn teased, Nesta sighed.

“I take it Cassian told you.” Nesta stated. Lips pursed, she would have to talk to him about that later.

“He may have wanted to do something small for your birthday.” Gwyn answered averting her eyes,

“And by small you mean more than a couple people.”

“Hey, don’t look at me, Cassian is in charge of everything. I’m sure it’s just going to be a small thing.” Gwyn explained averting her eyes to look anywhere besides at Nesta. Definitely not small than.

“My birthday is three weeks before she’s supposed to be born. I would rather not have my water break trying to cut a cake, but if she does come and we share a birthday, I-I don’t think I would complain.” Nesta finished sitting up. “Did you two want something? I’m famished.” Nesta asked patting her stomach.

Emerie moved to her feet at the same time Gwyn did.

“We’ll help you.” Emerie volunteered, Nesta’s eyes looked between the two of them.

“Cassian told you two he’d be gone so you could keep an eye on me, didn’t he?” She inquired. Hands on her stomach. Gwyn shrugged,

“You are nine months pregnant and you’re supposed to be on bed rest. He was just concerned and we jumped at the opportunity to spend time with you. He’s also said you’ve been nesting all week.”

“Have not. “ Nesta lied averting her gaze. Gwyn gave her the ‘don’t try to bullshit me look.’

“Cassian said you refolded all your daughter’s clothes and dusted her room twice yesterday.” Gwyn said hands on her hips.

“I was bored out of my mind. I haven’t been able to do much since Madja put me on bed rest.” Nesta explained. It had been especially frustrating when Cassian had asked her if she was alright every five seconds, she knew he was only concerned for her and the baby, but she thought having meetings with Madja about how to properly birth a child would help keep him occupied, but it wasn’t the case.

“Just count it as a blessing. A chance to catch up on some much needed rest before your daughter comes.” Gwyn suggested making Nesta sigh. The house’s lights blinked in agreement. Traitor.

“I don’t mind the rest, it’s just hard whenever I’ve already done everything to prepare. I even have her bag prepped in case Elain’s vision is wrong and I actually have her here like I was planning to.” Nesta said placing her hand on her abdomen. Rubbing circles on it gently.

“How about we stay the night and keep you entertained?” Emerie suggested, Nesta’s blue grey eyes meeting her hazel ones. “We haven’t had a sleepover in ages.”

As if I’m anticipation, the house dropped a bunch of snacks on the table, a collection of novels plopping on the table, the house feeling satisfied with its contribution which made Nesta laugh. The house had even picked the baby’s favorite food to keep down. Her daughter tended to like sweeter things. A chocolate cake with peanut butter fudge waiting for her as Nesta picked her lips in anticipation.

“I take that as a yes.” Emerie smiled sending a silent thanks to the house of wind.

“Of course. I could always use the company and I have missed you two. I feel like we hardly see each other.”

Gwyn and Emerie exchanged looks with each other before Gwyn addressed Nesta first.

“And we take partial responsibility in that, we could have also made more of an effort, we just know that you’re not only mated, but busy preparing for the baby. We didn’t want to intrude. We wanted to give you and Cassian this time to be excited for your child and not have to worry about us or the Valkyrie on top of it.”

Nesta’s heart sunk in her chest at the impact of the words.

“You can never intrude on me. You’re just as important to me as Cassian is when it comes to my life and the child’s life. I want both of you to be apart of her life. I want her to know you two as well as she’ll know Feyre and Elain, because you two are my sisters and nothing will ever change that for me.” Nesta explained. Her eyes going to both Emerie and Gwyn.

“And she will be.” Emerie promised, a encouraging smile crossing her lips. “She was considered a Valkyrie as soon as you told us you were pregnant with her, she’ll always have a place with all of us and we want her to grow up knowing that. We want her to feel like she truly belongs.”

Tears prickled at the edges of Nesta’s vision as her daughter extended her magic outward, both Gwyn and Emerie gasping in shock. She had only ever done that with Elain and Cassian.

“Nesta was that your-“ Emerie asked as Nesta shook her head.

“No-it’s hers, Madja says she’s a healer, claims it’s her healing touch. I don’t know why it’s as powerful as it is when she hasn’t even been born yet.” Nesta explained. Gwyn’s eyes filling with excitement.

“So she heals? That’s awesome!” Gwyn exclaimed. Nesta shifted on her feet, chewing on her lip.

“I think it’s more than that, I don’t know how to explain it, but it feels like a more intense form of healing magic.”

Gwyn’s eyebrows rose in question.

“No one could figure it out, I think it’s a rare form of magic. An older type of magic.”

“Like yours?” Emerie asked.

“Yes, but no. It’s not death magic. No where close. Although I wouldn’t be surprised if she inherited some of mine and Cassian’s magic on top of her own. God only knows where the healing magic came from.”

“Do you think it was a gift from the Mother?” Gwyn asked, her real eyes going wide.

Nesta pondered this. “Perhaps. I couldn’t be sure though. We’ll figure it out as she gets older. Until then who’s ready to eat?” She asked, Emerie and Gwyn nodded in agreement. As the girls dug in ready to start their night.

Gwyn huffed in frustration undoing the braid she just did in Nesta’s hair as Nesta put the finishing touches on Emerie’s, her hair up in The braid that others said Nesta excelled at as Emerie glanced in the mirror looking at it from side to side.

“Geez Nesta, have you ever thought of doing people’s hair?? You seem like you would be great at it.” Emerie commented double checking the facial treatment they had put on their faces. Nesta laughed. Gwyn starting to tug at her hair again.

“While I’m good at styling hair, I could never cut hair, you’d be much safer doing it yourself.” Nesta explained Gwyn making an ah-ha noise when she finally found a pattern she could work with.

“I think you could do whatever you set your mind to.” Emerie assured chewing on a cookie that she had taken from the kitchen. Humming in delight.

Before Nesta could protest, Gwyn shouted “Got it!” Putting the last touches on Nesta’s hair as Nesta examined Gwyn fishtail braid. It wasn’t bad for someone who was begging to braid.

“It looks pretty good.” Nesta remarked. “Maybe I should wear it like this more often, give my poor scalp a break.” Nesta finished as Gwyn looked her over.

“Why do you always wear your hair up? I’ve never thought to ask.” Emerie also looked intrigued to know.

A pit formed at the bottom of Nesta’s stomach, she hadn’t thought about her in awhile, could hardly get the words out as she said,

“My mother always wore her hair up. It was one of the few times we-it doesn’t matter.” Nesta finished grabbing the edge of her robe and pulling it closer to herself. One hand pressed firmly to her swollen belly where her daughter slept happily, safe from any harm.

A sad look crossed Gwyn’s face as she took Nesta’s hand and Emerie took her other.

“Of course it matters if it’s hurting you.” Gwyn stated, her voice encouraging, “we won’t push you to talk about your mother if you don’t want to, but if it can help you, you can always confide in us.”

Nesta took a deep breath squeezing Gwyn and Emerie’s hands. An old hurt sinking it talons in deep to her. A mother’s love she thought she had had. Had her mother ever truly loved her? Would she have actually wanted children if the choice was entirely up to her. Nesta but her lip. Careful to not bite it so hard she would bleed.

“It was one of the very few things she did everyday, she loved doing my hair. Making it look like hers, and I-I loved it too. It gave me times with my mother where we could just be-just be mother and daughter. It was one of the very few times I didn’t feel pressured to be perfect, or at least her definition of so, if I closed my eyes I could try to block out the words she was telling me, could just pretend that my mother was elated to do my hair because it was a way for her to spend time with me and show me she loved me, I-I haven’t worn it down except for a couple times. For one it’s a nuisance and for two it always made me feel closer to her, sometimes I even wonder if I’m doing it for myself anymore or if it’s habit.” Nesta explained, tears falling. Tears threatened both their eyes too as Nesta put a protective hand over her stomach. Her heart knowing that she could never do the same to her own daughter.

“If my daughter chooses to have me do her hair, I swear I’ll make it a time for us, to talk about what she wants, I’ll be the mother she needs, the mother that my mother wasn’t.” She swore, Gwyn’s face showed with encouragement.

“She’s lucky to have a mother like you, Nesta. A mother that would move the worlds for her. That’s what mothers should do.” Gwyn stated. Emerie agreed.

Tears feel from Nesta’s eyes as Gwyn and Emerie pulled her close their arms encircling each other. Making Nesta feel safe and loved with her sisters in arms by her side.

When the night settled, Gwyn, Nesta, and Emerie talked about anything and everything, Nesta looking at Gwyn, knowing there was something else she needed to know.

“What’s going on with you and Azriel?” She asked, Emerie stiffened slightly, as Gwyn looked over to the side.

“I may be talking to him again.” Gwyn answered examine her toe nails. “But just as friends, he invited me to the Symphony next week, just as friends of course.”

Nesta knew Gwyn was still deeply hurt by the necklace thing. Nesta hadn’t even known when Azriel and Elain had stopped talking, it seemed like their relationship had ceased to exist after what happened in the human lands, her sister still hadn’t talked to her about it and the last thing Nesta wanted her to do was feel pressured to explaining why things between her and Azriel had went south. She didn’t want to hurt Gwyn by questioning Azriel’s intentions, it wasn’t fair to her, she would have to ask the shadow singer about it later. Find out what his true intentions were with her sister and her best friend. They couldn’t go on like this pretending everything was fine.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Gwyn said making Nesta look up at her, “I was thinking the same thing, which is why I told him I wanted to be just friends. I can’t trust him completely, not yet, not until I know he’s genuinely interested in me and not trying to get over. To get over Elain.” Gwyn finished, a look of shame crossing her face, Nesta knew Gwyn didn’t like talking about Elain with her, the situation was so raw and complicated and it involved people that Nesta genuinely cared about.

“I don’t resent Elain.” Gwyn assured Nesta, “I just wish that Azriel had genuinely cared about me and given me the necklace because he liked me, not because he regifted it because Elain gave it back. She had nothing to do with his intentions or his feelings and it would be an asshole move of me to hate her because she likes Azriel too. I get it, there’s a lot of him to like, to adore even, but I refuse to hate Elain over a guy who didn’t even think about my feelings when he gave me that necklace. I even like your sister, she’s-she’s like sun shine, is the best way to describe it. I could see why Azriel would chose her. Why anyone would.” Gwyn finshed lowering her chin to her knees, Nesta couldn’t stand seeing her in pain. Not even for a single moment.

“You will find someone who makes you happy one day Gwyn and when you do I hope they love you with everything they have, because that is what you deserve. Don’t even dare say you don’t. You are also sunshine, and if Az can’t see that, then someone else will. And I think Elain would also agree with me, even if she does still feel something for him, I don’t think liked what he did to you.”

“I know she doesn’t. We-We’ve talked a few times, she’s easy to talk to. You both are.”

“I’m glad you two get along.” Nesta said and she was genuinely glad. Her sister had always been a people person, could always find a way to talk to everyone. A skill that Nesta had never truly mastered, at least not in the way she had hoped. Her emotions showed to much on her face and she had tired of conversation after a while.

“I’m glad too.” Gwyn said smiling at Nesta. A yawn escaping from her lips, Emerie had already curled up with a pillow. Her eyes struggling to stay open.

“We should probably get some sleep.” Nesta suggested curling up closet to Emerie as Gwyn curled up at her side,

“Goodnight you two. I’ll see you in the morning.” Nesta smiled as she drifted off to sleep.

An endless sky of clouds passed her vision as the waves crashed around hers Nesta tilted her head up to the sun, enjoying the sounds of that waves on the shores, a smile illuminating her face as she breathed in the scent, it had been a while since she had smelled air like this,

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” An unfamiliar voice questioned as Nesta whirled around hands instinctively going to her stomach calling on her magic in case she needed to attack as she took in the women standing there. Her gray eyes wide in shock as they flickered to her face and her abdomen. Her dark brown hair framing her face in an array of curls completing her delicate features.

“Who are you?” Nesta asked before the woman could say anything but deep down she knew the truth, she could see it in her eyes.

“My name is Charlotte. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Nesta.”

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Nesta stilled, keeping her breathing calm, her hand pressed firmly to her abdomen feeling her and her daughter’s magic swell inside her, poised to attack. To get them out of whatever dream this was. Charlotte’s grey eyes trained on them. Vigilant, understanding pouring over her features.

“I’m not here to hurt you. Either of you.” Charlotte explained, her voice gentle. Nesta still had her guard up. Blood relation or not, this woman was still a stranger to them. Still under the control of Koschei. Although she wasn’t giving off the smell that Elain had described, Nesta couldn’t be too careful especially where her daughter was concerned.

Charlotte marked that too. As still as any fae. How was she still alive? Still not marked with age. She would be close to forty at this point, just like her mother would have been if she...no, Nesta couldn’t think about her right now. She had her own daughter to worry about.

“You don’t believe me. I understand. I see that Koschei was correct about the fact that you were having your own bundle of joy soon. How far along are you? I say you at least are about at the ten month mark.” Charlotte assumed her gaze going towards Nesta’s abdomen. Nesta remained silent. She had entered her tenth month of pregnancy much to her, Cassian, and Madja’s delight, but she wasn’t going to tell Charlotte a thing. Perhaps she would get frustrated at the lack of communication and let Nesta go. She had to play this smart.

“I can sense that you don’t trust me. I wouldn’t either seeing as how I’ve been with Koschei for thirty seven years, but I can assure you that in the dreams that I pull people into, my thoughts and opinions are totally my own. He is not here with us. I’ve come here to speak with you. To tell you things that you need to know.”

Nesta bit her lips, holding back, her daughter’s magic washing over her, calming her. She was also on high alert. Could sense that her mother was in distress and wanted to help the only way that she could. Nesta ran a hand down her abdomen in a silent thank you, her daughter’s wing brushing against her. Charlotte sucked in a breath.

"Koschei had informed me that your daughter was half illyrian, but I guess it's different when you see her wings in person." Charlotte commented in amazement making Nesta's head snap up in her direction. Her mother had hated the fae. Couldn't stand them, so why was Charlotte in awe at her daughter's wings? Why wasn't she looking at Nesta with every bit of disgust her mother would have if she had found out that Nesta had become fae. If she had found out that she had mated with one, married one, and was expecting their first child together. Why wasn't Charlotte acting like that at all.

As if sensing the question in her eyes Charlotte continued, "Your mother didn't always hate the fae, Was actually fascinated with them until that day at the lake. Gods, you look so much like her. It's almost uncanny. You even have her hair comb in your hair." Charlotte commented, Nesta touched the back of her hair, heart aching slightly.

"It's the only thing I have left of her." Nesta commented forgetting that she wasn't speaking to Charlotte, she clamped her mouth shut. Charlotte smiled.

"So she does speak. I was starting to worry." Charlotte said stepping closer, Nesta stiffened.

"What do you want?" She asked, she was done playing this game.

"Not one for pleasantries. I see. I did pull you in this dream so we could talk." She answered sitting down on a rock, the waves crashing behind her. straightening out her skirts. gesturing to the rock beside her so Nesta could sit. Nesta refused to sit beside her. Charlotte sighed.

"Your legs must be tired. I've heard how difficult pregnancy can be on the body. Why don't you come and sit?"

"I think I'm fine over here." She said wrapping her arms around herself. Her feet were starting to kill her, but she wouldn't let Charlotte know that. Charlotte inclined her head to the side. Her grey eyes focusing on her.

"Suit yourself." Charlotte answered tilting her head towards the ocean taking it in.

"Why am I here?" She snapped. She was tired and all she wanted was to go back to her dreamless sleep, but it looked like she would have to indulge this woman first.

"I wanted to meet you. I also wanted to talk to you about things you need to know. There are numerous things people have been keeping from you, and I think it's time for you to finally know the truth." She explained getting off the rock and moving closer to Nesta. Her magic swelling inside her.

"What makes you think you have the right to do that?" Nesta challenged, her chin high. Making her posture as straight as she could.

“Would you rather be kept in the dark?” Charlotte asked, her head tilting to the side, her hair moving with her.

“I’d rather not be trapped in a dream with someone working for the enemy. I’d rather be with my friends, laughing with each other, talking about things that we enjoy. I’d rather be with my sisters trying to repair our relationship that is still so fragile. I’d rather be with my husband. Eagerly awaiting the arrival of our child instead of stressing about the fact that she may come earlier than expected. There’s a lot of things that I want. But this is not one of them.” Nesta replied turning away before Charlotte called out.

“Even if I can help answer the questions you yearn to know the most?” Charlotte shouted voice almost drowned out in the waves, Nesta stopping dead in her tracks. She whirled around eyes trained on Charlotte.

“There’s no way you can answer all the questions I have and even if I could what makes you think I’d believe you?” Nesta asked. Squaring her shoulders taking a step closer to Charlotte. She would not be intimidated by her no longer.

Charlotte sighed as if she were dealing with some infuriating child instead of a person who could just as easily kill her if she presented a threat to their child.

“I figured you’d say that. You’re just as stubborn as she was. But not quite if you are mated and baring the child to the most feared illyrian warrior. You’ve done quite well for yourself all things considered, even if your mother would beg to differ. She’d rather blame all the fae for her problems than look at the situation in a new light.”

“You don’t know a thing about her.” Nesta snapped even though there was some truth to her words. Nesta knew this.

Charlotte gave a low laugh at the response, throwing her hair over her shoulder as a grin passed her lips.

“I know your mother better than you ever could. You see your mother as you want to see her, I’ve always seen her for who she is.” Charlotte smirked, pleasantries now to the side. Good. Nesta preferred it this way.

“How? When you haven’t seen my mother since you two were children?”

“You see that’s where you’re wrong. I’d be happy to show you if you let me, but you insist on this stubborn back and forth so I’ll indulge you. I have all the time in the world to waste.”

“Fine. I’ll bite. If you’re human, how are you doing all this?” Nesta inquired hoping to stump her. That smirk grew wider.

“I see there’s so much your mother never taught you. No matter, You’ll learn soon enough.”

“Then stop with the run around and tell me what I supposedly want to know.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes. “Fine have you ever heard of how Koschei, Stryga, and the bone carver got bound to the lake, the middle, and the prison?”

Nesta searched her memory for that information . Amren had made her study the history of the fae claiming that she couldn’t use her magic if she had no idea where it came from.

“I know that they were bound by a female fae warrior whose name has long since been forgotten. What does that have anything to do with why you can use magic?”

“What if I told you I and the rest of that family descend from that line?”

“I couldn’t imagine that I would believe you.” Nesta answered tilting her chin up, her mouth twisting in a smirk. My sisters and I had no magic prior to being turned.” Nesta explained crossing her arms, getting into her defensive stance that Cassian had once taught her.

“Is that so? Then explain to me why you were able to resist Tamlin’s glamour while you were still human.”

Nesta flinched slightly at the mention of the high lord of the spring, but answered the question anyway.

“A strong will I suppose.”

Charlotte gave a low laugh. “If that were correct humans would have tried that centuries ago. Unless you think you’re the first human with a will made of iron.”

Nesta turned over the words in her head, contemplating.

“If we are descended from this fae warrior like you claim then how come my sister Elain could not resist the glamour as well?” She inquired. Charlotte stepped closer.

“Maybe because there’s another explanation for why you were able to resist while your sister was not.”

“That makes no sense.” Nesta spat, Charlotte sighed.

“For the smarter of your sisters you haven’t grasped why it is that you were able to resist a powerful glamour while your sister couldn’t.” Charlotte taunted, Nesta went rigid.

“Then stop playing games and tell me what I want to know.”

“I haven’t finished taking about the other side of your heritage yet. It’s in your best interest to listen to all I have to tell you.”

“Then get on with it.” Nesta snapped. Her irritation surfacing.

“While most fae have forgotten her name, I remember that she once laid with a human male. Someone from your family line. Your mother’s, of course.”

“What of my father’s?” She questioned.

Charlotte held up her hand, curling her finger.

“All in due time. For now your mother is who we’re focusing on.”

Nesta huffed not liking the direction this conversation was going in.

“What if I do not wish to learn anything else about my mother? What if I want to stay ignorant about it?”

“Then you doom yourself and whatever life you’ve planned for your daughter, for your children. You see, you can not defeat Koschei if you don’t face the things
that hurt you. You told the mother that you want to face all of it. To feel all of it, so why are you still hiding from it?”

Nesta stiffened. “How did you know-“

“There’s a lot of things that I know. Things that I can inform you of. A way to help you turn the tides and win.”

Nesta stated at her puzzled. “Why would you help me when you know you’ll suffer the consequences if you do? Why would I trust you when you’ve been with Kosheci for decades?”

“Because I want him dead. Surely you of all people would understand that.” Charlotte answered her voice cold.

Nesta nodded, if she could understand anything it was that. She wasn’t sure why, but she believed her. Sitting down on the rock to give herself a break from standing, Nesta looked up at Charlotte.

“Was this woman you speak of illyrian?” Nesta asked. Charlotte shook her head.

“You have heard of the Valkyrie yes?”

Nesta straightened in surprise, her mouth opening and closing.

“Surely you’ve also wondered why you want to revive them. To bring them to life again. Fierce warriors they were.

“Did Cassian know-“

“This Valkyrie was before your mate’s time, she was born around the same time enalius was. You could even say he had a fondness for her even though she never felt the same way. She preferred humans. Which is where you and your sisters bloodline comes in.”

“Why was I the only one resistant to glamour?” Nesta whispered. “And what happened to you? How did you end up with Koschei?”

Charlotte moved closer to her outstretching her hand. “I can show you.”

Taking a deep breath, Nesta outstretched her hand grasping Charlotte’s feeling like she was being sucked back as she landed on her feet, the baby fluttering around in her stomach as Nesta pressed a hand to her calming her. Charlotte notes this but continued.

“No one will be able to see us, but they should be coming soon.” Charlotte commented. Nesta looked, her back straightening at the sight of Kosheci’s lake. The grass surrounding it was taller, greener than she had seen it in her vision. Butterflies inhabited the lake, the wings fluttering one passing through Nesta’s hand as if she were nothing more than a shadow before fluttering away. Fireflies also surrounded the lake, their bulbs illuminating the lake, the surface of it shimmering. Making the lake look more beautiful than the one time she had seen it in Kosheci’s dream. The life surrounding it making the lake look vivid.

“Who should be here?” Nesta asked, but before Charlotte could answer two girls, looking no older than the age 8 and 9 ran past them, hair wild and untamed flowing behind them as they chased the butterflies up to the lake where the youngest one stepped dead in her tracks. Eyes widening in fear as Nesta took a closer look and nearly gasped at what she saw.

“Mother?” She asked, not sure why when this child was no more than 8 years old although Nesta couldn’t deny the resemblance was uncanny. The child looking like Nesta did when she was that age. Nesta had always looked like her mother.

“She can’t hear you.” Charlotte suggested, making Nesta’s eyes narrow.

“I know that.” She snapped hands on her stomach. She wondered if her child would look the same. “Was this the day-“

“Yes. Pay close attention.” Charlotte instructed as Nesta looked towards the two children. Her mother looking towards a young Charlotte.

“Hurry up Lottie!” Her mother shouted, turning back towards the lake something on its edge Cassian TX hung her attention. Nesta turned to Charlotte,

“Lottie was her nickname for me, apparently Charlotte was too difficult.” Charlotte answered averting her gaze.

Lottie gathered up her skirts running towards the lake looking at where her mother’s eyes were trained.

“What are you looking at Maggie?” She asked,Nesta looked at her.

“What? Margaret was a difficult name to pronounce too.” Charlotte explained looking back in the direction of the two girls.

“I thought I saw something in the water.” Her mother commented. Her blue-grey eyes blazing with curiosity. Taking a closer look. Lottie’s eyes blazed with mischief.

“Then let’s go in and find it.” She suggested her mother’s face paled at the request.

“What? Are you...scared?” Lottie mocked seeming to strike a nerve with her mother whose face pinched with anger.

“If you’re so brave then you go in first.” She spat, hands on her hip. Lottie shrugged.

“Fine. Maybe I will.” Lottie spat back dunking her foot in the icy cold water. Before fully submerging herself into its depths looking up at her mother in triumph, a challenge beat as she swam to the middle.

“See! You have nothing to be scared of!” Lottie shouted, the gleam of her smile catching in the sunlight. As her mother looked down hesitant.

“I don’t know Lottie, what if my mother finds out?! She’ll kill me if I ruin my new dress!”

A deep set frown shone on Lottie’s features, her anger at being tricked probably swelling inside her as she opened her mouth to shout at Margaret before something dragged her down, her mother’s scream tearing from her throat.

“Lottie!” She cried out.

“She couldn’t swim.” Charlotte explained. “It’s why your mother made sure that you could.”

“Lottie!” Her mother cried out again as a creature popped up grabbing Lottie by the head dragging her down, Nesta gaped recognized the creature holding her.

“You were drowned by a kelpie.” Nesta breathed.

“Almost. If he hadn’t stepped in.”

“Someone help! Lottie! Please! Someone! Anyone!” Her mother screeched clasping her hands together and bowing her head. A prayer. When she looked back up Lottie was gone.

Her mother sank to her knees, begging, pleading for anyone to answer her prayer as her tears hit the surface of the lake. Where the tear dropped starting to shimmer as a man, one who looked like shadow himself looked down upon her. She stared up at him amazed.

“Who-Who are you?” She stuttered, eyes wide. Snot running down her face as tears fell from her eyes,

“My name is Kosheci. I heard your call. What is wrong child?”

“My cousin Lottie, she-she needs help. Something dragged her under. I-I can’t swim. Can-can you help her? “
Kosheci’s head leaned to the side pondering. Nesta’s breath caught.

“Please. I will do anything.” Her mother pleaded. Koschei smiled at this offer, a sickening feeling turning in Nesta’s gut.

Turning around, Koschei sent his magic in the pond, a light illuminating it as a screech of pain made her mother cover her ears. Kosheci spoke something in the old language, her mother not knowing the words the man spoke as he turned to her,

“It is done.” He said to her, she looked up at him confusion in her face.

“Wh-Where is she?” Her mother asked blue-grey eyes wide.

“I did the only thing I knew would save her. I bound her to the lake as I am bound to the lake.”

“Wh-Why didn’t you just let her go?”

“Her soul was already separating from her body when I reached her. I did the only thing I knew how to save her life.”

Hot tears flooded her mother’s eyes as she narrowed them at Kosheci.

“What am I to tell her mother? My family?”

“That is up to you. Tell them what you saw if you wish. Tell them that a fae drowned her. That you did everything you could. Called for help but no one came. They’ll believe you.”

“Will-Will I ever see her again?” Her mother asked, a tear slipping from her face.

“That is entirely up to you, dear, come, don’t come. She’ll be here when you come back.” He promised, her mother sat up wiping at her skirts. “Run along now.”

Taking one last look at Kosheci she ran as fast as she could back to her family.

Nesta looked at Charlotte than. Sympathy feeling her.

“Did she ever come back?” She whispered.

Charlotte turned to her. Her grey eyes wary.

“Yes, but she didn’t come back until she was twenty, it took her over a decade to face me. Until she found the courage to try.”

“What happened then?”

Charlotte stepped towards her, outstretching her hand as Nesta grasped it. Ready to see what was next.

When Nesta and Charlotte re-emerged, she saw her mother. As old as Feyre had been when she had had her first child. She looked around the lake, confusion filling her. Nesta looked at Charlotte.

“She had wanted to see me, but I was in no mood to see the woman who had left me alone for all those years.”

“What happened instead?” Nesta asked, as Koschei emerged from the water taking a physical form. Nesta jerked upright in shock and surprise.

“I-I thought he couldn’t leave the lake?” Nesta asked dumbfounded. Mouth agape.

“As far as anyone knew he couldn’t, but during a celestial event, one of his personal choosing, he could take his fae form and stay in it for three whole days.” Charlotte informed her as Koschei finally reached her mother. His fae form imposingly tall as her mother craned her neck up to look at his face.

“It’s you.” She stated, her head moving to the side. Taking in the form he had chosen. His black eyes swirling like the shadows of his form she had first saw him in, his brown hair looking so soft that it appeared that her mother was tempted to run her fingers through it.

“We’re you expecting someone else?” He taunted, her mother rolling her eyes in annoyance.

“You know exactly who I was expecting, where is she? I wish to speak to her.” Her mother snapped shoulders back and head held high reminding Nesta of herself.

“That may be the case, but she does not wish to speak to you. Something about waiting decades for you to show back up. To prove that you actually cared about her.” Koschei stated crossing his arms. Her mother bared her teeth at him. She had seen her mother angry before, it was nothing new, but she had never met someone who could so easily get under her mother’s skin.

“I do care about her.” Her mother growled, Kosheci laughed, his laughter seeming whimsical.

“You have a funny way of showing it.”

A nagging feeling hit Nesta harder, reminding her of her and Feyre. She wrapped her arms around herself.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you.” Her mother spat. Koschei looked at her with amusement,

“You’re right I’m just the person who you begged to save her life.” He reminded her, her mother huffed.

“I was a child with no knowledge of how to swim, I did what I could.” She reminded him crossing her arms stepping closer to him to show him that she wasn’t afraid of him.

“Suit yourself. She’s still not coming out to talk to you,”

“Then what am I supposed to do? I told my mother that I’d be away for a couple of hours.” She asked looking put towards the lake silently cursing Charlotte if Nesta had guessed.

“Why not talk to me instead?” Kosheci asked leaning in closer smiling at her, was he trying to flirt with her mother? Her mother smirked in response, something like desire crossing her features. Nesta’s stomach turned, wh-what was she doing?

“And why would I waste my time with a male? Espicially one who I do not know.” She asked flicking her braid behind her shoulder.

“Because those human males bore you. Because maybe you’ve always wanted a taste of something more. Why else would you not be betrothed by this point?”

“Perhaps I’m waiting for the right person.” She mused.

“Or perhaps you know that those human men aren’t enough for someone as intriguing as you, perhaps you’d rather tumble with a God instead.” Kosheci whispered desire filling his voice. Her mother bit on her lip.

“I haven’t even tasted the lips of a male yet. Any kind.” Her mother admitted tilting her head up leaning in close, hand on his chest.

“Perhaps we should change that then.” He stated, a challenge in his voice, for her to take what she wanted, if she dared to be bold enough to try.

Placing her hands on the back of his head, her mother pulled Kosheci closer pressing their lips together, the kisses getting deeper, bolder, their hands exploring each other to where Nesta had to look away. She didn’t want to see this. Wish she could burn it from her memory.

“They’re done now if you wish to look again.” Charlotte confirmed. Nesta’s checks flaming with embarrassment as she turned back around to see her mother liking with her lashes lowered at Kosheci, her breathing coming in short gasps,

“Why am I witnessing my mother’s escapades? What does this have anything to do with something I need to know? Kosheci already told me he knew my mother, I didn’t need to know that they were, intimate with each other.” Nesta snapped. She wanted out of here. She was wasting her time.

“All in good time, and your mother was way more than intimate with Koschei, she was in love with him.”

The realization hit Nesta hard, her mouth opening then snapping it shut.

“When can I see you again?” Her mother breathed, Kosheci’s hands in her hair.

“I can only keep this form for a few days, but you can visit me here, whenever you wish, keep me company.” He smiled, Nesta felt the bile rise to her mouth.

“Looking forward to it.” Her mother breathed giving him one last kiss before leaving as Charlotte didn’t ask grasping Nesta’s hand turning the flashback to another time where her mother and Koschei were now tangled together limbs entangled, still thankfully fully clothed as his hand traveled up her thigh, breaking the kiss,

“This is the last night I can see you.” Her mother admitted Koschei looking down at her, desire and...was that love on his face? “My mother, she’s becoming persistent. Wants me to marry the prince of merchants, she thinks he’d be a good match.” Her mother sneered face pinched in disgust, had she ever loved him at all?

Kosheci kissed her and her mother lost herself in that kiss.

“Why are you showing me this?” Nesta asked tears threatening. Charlotte didn’t answer,

Kosheci’s hand slid further up, her mother gasping,

“Then let’s make this last night with each other something you’ll always remember. “ Koschei whispered.

“Yes.” Her mother answered bringing their lips together as Koschei leaned her back.

“Let’s get you out of here, you don’t need to see this part, just what comes afterwards.” Charlotte said grasping Nesta’s hand again. Her mind was screaming, so many thoughts tumbling through it. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take.

“You only need to see one more thing to know the truth of who you are,”

Nesta breathed, “Who I am? What are you talking about?”

Nesta’s daughter sent a healing magic towards her heart telling how much it ached, begging her to hold on, help was coming soon.

“Soon.You’ll understand soon.”

The next scene wasn’t set in the lake, the next one was a manor, not as big as the one she had grown up in, but fairly decent in comparison as she witnessed her mother brushing out her long hair working out the tangled until her hair was perfect, an engagement ring flashed as a wedding gown sat neatly on the bed, her mother straightened looking at her reflection as her grandmother walked in. Nesta straightened at the sight of the woman her hand automatically twitching to her palm.

“What is taking you so long girl?” She snapped as her mother turned her head.

“I feel-“ her mother started before clamping a hand to her mouth rushing to the bathroom and throwing up the contents of the breakfast she had had. No. Nesta breathed. Eyes widening in shock as her mother’s hand went to her abdomen, a knowing look on her face as Nesta took an instinctual step back feeling like the air was closing in around her, her hands clutching her throat. Calm, she had to remain calm. Even if everything she had known was falling apart.

Her grandmama shook her hand grabbing a tissue and handing it to her mother so she could wipe the vomit from the side of her mouth,

“After the ceremony, you will take the prince of merchants to bed. He should be naive enough to think the baby is his. No one will know about how this child was created out of wedlock, she will be loved and adored. No matter what we have to do to keep the truth away from anyone involved,” Her grandmama said, Nesta’s stomach turning. Her heart breaking in two.

Her mother nodded throwing the tissue in the wastebasket near her. “No one has to know.” She repeated as the vision faded and Nesta and Charlotte returned to the shore. Hot tears and short gasps coming from Nesta as she collapsed on the rock. Tears falling as she placed her head in her hands and wept.

“I know that was hard, but now you know the truth.” Charlotte assured, Nesta’s head snapped up teeth bared,

“Did he?” Nesta snapped, she was down playing nice.

“Who Kosheci or the man your mother told you was your father?”

“Both.” Nesta growled, her eyes burning. That silver fire swelling up in her, threatening to be unleashed.

“Xavier found out when your mother got pregnant with a Elain. She couldn’t bear to keep the truth from him any longer, as for Koschei, your mother told him as soon as she knew. He told her he wanted nothing to do with her or the child she was carrying in her womb.”

“But he loved her.” Nesta responded.

“Kosheci’s love is a fleeting thing. Your mother was...fun to him. He was affectionate towards her, cared about her. Maybe even deep down started to love her like she did him, but in the end all she was was a mortal with a little bit of a fae bloodline running through her veins.”

“How did- Xavier take the news th-that I wasn’t his?”

“I think deep down you know the answer.” Charlotte whispered, Nesta’s tears turning into sobs, she had known. Was that why her father had always treated Elain and Feyre as his princesses? Was that why-why they never seemed to connect as father and daughter. She knew that was why, deep down she knew.

“I know this is painful, but you must know I’m telling you the truth. You are Koschei’s daughter, the child you are soon to bare is his granddaughter. It’s why you were able to resist Tamlin’s glamour. It’s how you could take so much power from the cauldron. Why your sister Elain felt like you were born on the wrong side of the wall. Why your mating bond with Cassian felt so strong while you were still human. Why the power of death flows through your veins, and why your daughter. Why your daughter is life itself.”

Nesta’s head snapped to attention at that.

“My daughter...she-she has the power of life?” Nesta gasped, Charlotte nodded. “It is why the wind whispers her name.”

“I-I-“ Nesta started but Charlotte shushed her,

“I know. You don’t have to tell me. I know it’s difficult.”

“It’s more than difficult, it’s-it’s life changing, but-How-How does this help us win against Kosheci?”

Charlotte looked down at her hands. “You are his blood. The fae who bound him to the lake was very specific in her wording when it came to how he could be released and how he can be destroyed.”

“How?”

“He needs someone from his bloodline to release him FYI his imprisonment.”

“Then why did he let Briallyn try to kill me?”

“He wanted to test your power. Prove that you were in fact his.”

“But how does that help us defeat him?” She asked clutching her hands, she needed to know, she could deal with her life being turned upside down if she could just get this bit of information. Charlotte’s grey eyes fixed towards hers.

“A person from his bloodline can released him yes, but the only way Kosheci can die is if someone from his direct bloodline kills him.”

Nesta gasped, “Does he-Does he know that?”

“No. I was very careful in the way I went about getting this information.”

“Why are you helping me?” She asked the edges of the dream flickering like a candle about to be blown out, she still had so many questions.

“Because you deserved to know the truth.” She breathed pulling her closer and giving her a hug leaning into her ear. “Xavier’s ships are still down by where they were left. Climb aboard the Nesta to find the rest of the answers you seek.” Charlotte explained taking Nesta aback.

“Where are you-“

“Your mate is calling for you, Don’t worry. We’ll be reunited soon.” She said as the dream faded , Nesta taking a sharp intake of breath as she collapsed into someone’s arms. No, not someone’s, the tears threatened again as the arms pulled her closer checking every bit of her, examine her for injuries as his scent filled her nostrils, her head resting against his chest.

“Cassian.” She cried out, shocked she could form words, where the hell was she?

“I got you sweetheart, I got you.” He whispered, relief filling his voice as shouts rang out, Nesta wiping her head to see Emerie and Gwyn rushing up to them as Nesta dared to look down and gasped at what she saw.

There was mud caking her up to ankles and the nightgown she had worn to bed was torn and burned at the edges as of her power had surfaced while she was walking through a forest, She looked up at Cassian. He puked her close again kissing the side of her temple, relief filling her through the bond,

“Cassian, How-“ she started

“You were sleep walking, Emerie and Gwyn couldn’t wake you and I was already on my way back because the baby- she-she told me something was wrong, I could sense your fear and distress through the bond as well, Nesta. What happened?” He asked tilting her chin up so she would meet his eyes, her tears rolling down her cheeks as the truth hit her, her hands clutching at her stomach as she said,

“I’m afraid you won’t look at me the same way if I tell you what I just figured out.” She confided in him, he likes toward Emerie and Gwyn, they nodded telling Nesta they would see her when she was ready to talk about it with them. They each hugged her goodbye, she flinched slightly at both but they told her they understood, did she look that shaken up?

When they were gone, Cassian turned back to her, his hands in her hair as he pulled her back to him, she listened to his heart beat calming herself, this was not something she would keep from him,

“It’s just you and me now Nes, tell me what’s going on. I promise I won’t break.” He vowed,

“Take me home first.” She whispered, the wind flowing through her hair. “ I want to go home.” She breathed as Cassian drew her near, lifting her up slightly so she’d be secure in his arms as Cassian room her home and she told him everything.

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Nesta stared at the letter on her bed, stared at it so hard that she thought if she took her eyes off it for a single second that it would disappear. The familiar handwriting scribbled on the front of it. Addressed to her. Waiting to be opened. Ready for her eyes to gaze upon the last words that were meant to be hers from her-What did she call him? Father? Xavier? She had seen him as her father for so long that it was strange to refer to him as something else.

But she couldn’t deny the truth she had found out. Couldn’t deny that Koschei was her biological father. All the signs were there. And she couldn’t deny what she had seen. Her mother pregnant with her, her and Nesta’s grandmama trying to pass Nesta’s off as the Prince of Merchants’s. Why had he stayed after he knew the truth? Why did he still love her mother after he found out what she had done? The letter stared back at her. The only thing she had left of him that could provide her with the truth. All she had to do was open it and find out.

Nesta’s fingers outstretched, touching the edges of the letter, Nesta trying to gather the courage to read his last words to her. The last words from him she’d ever see. Her hand pulled back, bringing it back to herself as the door opened, Nesta stiffened slightly before her head turned and she relaxed at the sight of Cassian clad only in a towel, his hands drying the wet locks of his hair as his hazel eyes locked on hers.

“The shower is free if you want to take one before the party today.” He announced moving towards her, sitting down beside her on the edge of the bed. His gaze focused on her intently. It had been that way since she had told him everything she had learned.

Nesta nodded a silent thanks to him as his hands found the letter handing it to her. She looked down at it, a sinking feeling deep in her gut.

Cassian placed the letter on the bedside counter taking her hand and squeezing it gently. Sorrow in his eyes at what she was going through. As his other hand went to her hair, pushing it back behind her ear, tracing the points on them. As her gaze locked with his. How could he touch her so lovingly still after finding out what she truly was? As if reading her thoughts he tilted her chin up, her blue grey eyes meeting his.

"I know what you're thinking Nes, and the answer is no. I'm not going to leave you because Koschei is your father. You were kept in the dark for years. You spent nearly three decades thinking that your father was your biological one, only to find out that that wasn't the case and even if you knew that Kosheci was your dad, I still wouldn't leave you. We're more than the people who sired us. You're more than a God's child. You're Nesta Archeron. My lover, my mate, my wife, the mother of my child, and my best friend. So if you think I'm going to leave you, that I'm not in this for the long haul, then I'm going to prove to you everyday that you're wrong." Cassian promised wiping away her tears as he pulled her to him.

"So you're not terrified that your child is a quarter God?" She asked as his hand found her abdomen.

"I could never be terrified of you and our daughter, the only thing that has ever terrified me is what people will do for your and her power, but no I can never be terrified of you or her for that matter. Like I said your my wife and mate and she's my daughter. We're meant to be together, to be a family, to live our own happily ever after, we just have to go through some rough patches every now and then." He assured her pressing a kiss to her hair.

Nesta wasn't sure how long they stayed their with their bodies pressed together, soaking up each other's warmth, love, and comfort. His hand still on her abdomen. Their daughter sending out her life magic between the two. Life magic for a child whose parents were death and someone who had always walked beside it. Nesta wasn't sure how to feel. But she knew she would be there for her daughter no matter what direction her life went. Her eyes went back to the letter. The one her and Cassian had found on the Nesta. Cassian hadn't questioned why Nesta had wanted to go on the ship, he had merely taken her to it where he had found the letter holding it up for her to take. It had been a week since then and Nesta had not mustered up the courage to read it. Had not wanted to reopen that wound, at least not yet.

Cassian's eyes flickered to the letter, holding Nesta tighter. "You don't have to read it right away if you don't want to." He whispered, lips still in her hair. "You've had enough life changing news to last you a life time. No one would blame you if you waited to hear another life changing piece of information. If you took your time. You're having a baby soon, no one would blame you if you stayed focused on that."

Nesta took in a deep breath as she took in the warmth in Cassian's hazel eyes remaining focused on him.

"I'd blame myself. If that letter contains anything that may give us an advantage against Koscheci, then I have to read it. Our safety depends on it. Her safety depends on it. To defeat Koschei, I have to embrace all sides of who I am, even the ones that hurt me. And if that letter-If that letter hurts me, if it rubs me raw and pours salt in my wounds then I'll have you by my side. If you chose to be." She stated looking into his eyes, holding his stare. Cassian nodded, grasping her hand tracing the outline of her palm. Forever and Always. She pulled him to her, tasting his lips, losing herself in the feel of his kiss. He pulled her close, his hands diving into her unbound hair. She hadn't had the heart to wear it up all this week. Her mother's comb still laid on the vanity by the window. Glistening in the sunlight, calling to her like a beacon. Offering her the assurance of her comfort zone, but she was tired of being told how she should feel.

Tilting her head up as his tongue divided into her mouth, Nesta moaned letting him explore every inch of her mouth reveling at the heat of his breath as her center throbbed for him. Not being able to feel him inside her had been a torture of a different kind, but she knew it was important to follow Madja's orders, especially with her due date so close. Sighing, she pulled her lips from Cassian's, hating to feel the loss of him as she stood up, his heated gaze on her. hands going up her hip, making her shiver in anticipation.

"You're playing a dangerous game, mate." She growled out, his wicked smile flashing. Hands traveling up further, her breath turning heavy.

"I know. You're hard to resist. Especially with that hair of yours down." He answered, grasping a strand of the golden brown locks and twisting it around his finger standing up as Nesta tilted her head up to meet his eyes.

"Cassian." She breathed, her eyes locking on his lips. "Madja said-"

"I know." He answered taking a deep breath before stepping away from her. "Maybe I need another shower to cool off, because all I can think of when you look at me like that is taking you until you're crying out my name."

"You're not making this easier." She sighed stepping away from him, distancing herself even though her body was screaming for her to take him, taste him, touch him. She sighed. These hormones were the death of her, especially when she couldn't do anything about it. "I'm going to take my own shower and get ready, God knows I don't want to explain to Feyre why we're late today of all days." Nesta said as Cassian's eyes softened giving her a nod in response.

"Are you sure you still want to go? You've been through a lot and I can always make up an excuse for why you're not there." Cassian answered, concern etching his features. She hadn't been around anyone all week trying to process the news of her real lineage, but she refused to let it get to her today of all days.

"I'm sure." She assured him giving him a chased kiss. "I wouldn't miss this for the world." She said before turning to the bathroom to prepare for the day ahead.

When Nesta showered, Cassian's eyes went over to the comb on her vanity, everyday for years she would wear it, had told him that it had been her mother's and she had gave it to Nesta the last day she had been alive saying that every queen deserved one just like this. She had been in tears telling Cassian the story. He bit his lip, wanting nothing more than to erase Nesta's pain and get her to a better place, but he knew she had to process all of this in her own way.

Sighing he sat up, going towards the vanity and tracing the comb with his fingers, his face twisting in anger.

"I know it's not my place to say this, but I'll never forgive you for hurting her. For keeping something so important from her, you were very lucky to have a daughter like her. Like Feyre and Elain and you took them for granted. I don't know how a mother can do this to her own children. I-" What was he doing. He thought, taking his hand from the comb and turning away. This wasn't his place. He wasn't the one who she had hurt. Wasn't the one to determine if she was worthy of their forgiveness, But seeing his mate in pain. Seeing any light leave her eyes after seeing nothing but pain and hopelessness in them for so long drove him to his breaking point.

Cassian's eyes lifted, his breath hitching as Nesta stood in the door way, her hair dripping as she looked at him, surprise etching her features.

"How long have you been there?" He asked as her hands ran over her hair taking a step towards him.

"Long enough." She replied closing the distance between them. Shame feeling him at the words he had chosen to speak out loud. The ones she had no doubt over heard.

"Nesta, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said those things. It wasn't my place to, but-"

"You hate her for keeping things from me. I understand. Sometimes-" Nesta took a deep breath. "Sometimes I hate her too. And in that hating her, I feel ashamed, because she's my mother, regardless of if she was a good one or not, and then I feel ashamed for thinking that too. There's just-" She breathed, a tear spilling from her eyes that she quickly wiped away. "It's just so hard sometimes, because I don't know how to let her go, to admit that my mother wasn't a perfect person. To admit to myself that she hurt people. My sisters and I included. My fath-" She stopped herself, not sure what to call him now that she knew the truth. Cassian grasped her hand urging her to continue, even fi the truth stung. "What if I'm exactly like her? I spent so long trying to be the person she wanted me to be that I lost who I was in the process. I-I don't that to happen again. I'm done being mad about the things I can't change." She finished as he pulled her closer to him. Being who she needed at that point.

"You're more than your mother, Nesta. Who you chose to be from this point forward is up to you. I know it's hard, but I have no doubt that you'll get through this. That we both will. You just have to find the strength to believe in yourself. "

Nesta nodded pulling away from him slightly as she gathered up her clothes. He sat down on the bed as she changed, seeing her bump where their child grew inside her, so close to being born that he felt his anger and remorse swell within him once more. She shouldn't have to worry about this. He sat up crossing the distance between them once more as he placed his hand on her abdomen once more, the baby kicking at his hand.

"It's hard to believe that she's only three and a half weeks away from being born." He stated, a smile broke out over Nesta's face as he drunk it in. her hand laying next to his.

"Her due date is getting closer and closer, It's hard to believe that this time next month I'll be holding her in my arms. Do you ever wonder who she'll look like more?" Nesta asked.

"Every now and again, I know from the ultrasound that she has your ears." He commented tracing the points of her ears making her smile widen as he cupped her cheek with his hand.

"And we already know she has your wings." She smiled.

"I wonder whose eyes she'll have." He said, pondering. She smiled, running her hands through his hair.

"I hope she inherits your hair. It's so much more manageable than mine." She teased. His lips closed over hers.

"I guess we'll have to wait and find out." He said stroking her cheek. "I truly am sorry for what I said. It's up to you who you chose to forgive."

"I'm not mad." She whispered going towards the bed where her simple black dress laid throwing it on as she brushed her hair contemplating. He grabbed her comb, holding it out to her in case she wanted to take it. It was just as much hers as it was her mother's. She looked down at it then back at the letter.

She walked towards the letter shoving it in the pockets of her dress, keeping it tucked in there whenever she was ready to read it as she picked up the comb gathering up her hair as she placed it in. He opened his mouth, ready to speak before she placed her hand up.

"Feyre and Elain will question why I'm not wearing it. I'd rather wear it tonight and then tell them when I'm ready. just because I'm ready to face it doesn't mean they are and I wouldn't want anything to distract from Nyx's birthday." She answered, a frown crossed over his face.

"They're your sisters. I'm sure they'll understand if you tell them the truth." Cassian started.

"Perhaps, but today is not that day." She said giving him a kiss and grabbing Nyx's present. "Are you ready?" She asked. He had already dressed when she had been in the shower.

"I'm ready if you are." He said, squeezing her hand as he gathered her in his arms and flew them to the river house.

The river house was gorgeous, Rhys and Feyre had decked it out readying it for Nyx’s third birthday party, ni inch of their massive house left untouched as Nesta laid her hand on her stomach, Cassian’s hand in hers as they walked towards the Sidra where Feyre said they would be.

Catching a glimpse of them, Feyre broke out in a smile, waving Nesta and Cassian over, Nyx looking excitedly at his aunt and uncle. Looking like he wanted to break free of Feyre’s grip as his wings fluttered in response. Feyre’s laugh floating over to them as she set Nyx down, telling him to be careful as he raced up to Nesta and Cassian launching himself up to Cassian using his wings as Cassian let go of Nesta’s hand to catch him.

“Did you see that Uncle Cass?! I flew up right to you! I’m getting better at this! Soon I’ll be flying in the skies with you, dad, and Uncle Az!” Nyx announced excitedly bringing a smile to Nesta’s face.

“Yes I did!” Cassian said, a sense of joy overtaking his face as he lifted Nyx up in the air, Nyx laughing in delight ,the sight of the two of them warming Nesta’s heart. “And soon you’ll be flying with us. Just don’t trust Uncle Az to teach more on flying. He’s kind of a mean one.” Cassian teased.

“I heard that!” Azriel shouted as the group burst out into laughter.

“Well he does have a point Azriel.” Feyre chimed in making Nesta put her hand over her mouth to stop the laugh from escaping her lips. Azriel shot Feyre a look.

“Don’t worry Uncle Cass, dad has been teaching me a thing or two about flying.Soon I’ll be good enough to fly with the three of you and who knows maybe if I keep up the work I can help my cousin put with her flying too.” Nyx commented. A smile forming at his face. Looking at Nesta whose hands remained on her abdomen.

“Well, it’ll be a while before she’s ready to fly, Nyx, but when it happens Me and your uncle Cass will make sure you’re there for support.” Nesta answered making Nyx’s smile widen.

“I’ll be the best Cousin ever Aunt Nes. I promise.” Nyx swore putting his hand on his chest barely kissing his heart but he was close enough.

“I have no doubt about that.” She grinned taking Nyx from Cassian and giving him a hug on greeting. He put his hands on her stomach.

“Is she almost here?” He asked.

“I’m three and a half more weeks give or take.” Nesta answered as Nyx looked up at her.

“Will she cry a lot? My friend, Gabe says that babies cry a lot.” Nyx asked, Feyre sighing as Rhys fought the urge to laugh.

“Well I can imagine she’ll cry when she needs something. Most babies do. Even you cried when you were a baby.” Nesta explained. Nyx’s eyes grew wide making Nesta chuckle. “But I guess you’ll find out when she’s born.”

“I can’t wait!” Nyx exclaimed as Cassian ruffled his hair.

“You and me both buddy.” Cassian answered looking at Nesta’s abdomen lovingly.

Feyre came up to both of them with her arms outstretched. “Come on Nyx, let’s give Aunt Nesta a break so you can say hi to some of your friends.” Feyre said as she took Nyx from Nesta looking down at the present in Nesta’s hand.

“Presents are on the third table and food is on the first table if you’re hungry.” Feyre said giving her sister and Cassian a hug. “I’m glad you two could make it.”

Cassian threw his arm over Nesta’s shoulder. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Feyre smiled taking Nyx over to where all his friends sound stuffing their faces with mouths full of cake and ice cream. Their mothers surrounded in a circle taking excitedly about something that had happened that week as Feyre joined them. Nesta wondered if she would ever be apart of something like that.

“Are you okay?” Cassian asked as Nesta turned to him.

“I’m doing fine. Although that chocolate cake does look appetizing.” She said looking over to it.

“Let’s go get you some then.” Cassian grinned taking Nesta’s hand as they moved towards the party goers. And Cassian cut her a slice placing it in her hands as she kissed his cheek.

“Thank you. For everything.” She replied, their gazes locked.

“Always.” He promised helping her take a seat next to where Mor sat. Her red diamond flashing in the sunlight as she sat hand in hand with Emerie talking about the last minute details of their restaurant. It wouldn’t be long now.

Cassian listened into the conversation making idle chat as his hand stroked Nesta’s reminding her that he was right beside her if she needed him or needed a break from it all.

“So you’re moving to Illyria?” Cassian asked, surprise filled his voice as Mor smiled looking at Emerie.

“It’ll be easy to just move in with Emerie to manage our restaurant from there and hopefully if we’re successful enough we’ll come back and open one here too. And maybe you and Nesta can visit on weekends seeing as how you have a place in Illyria.” Mor commented catching his and Nesta’s gaze.

“It’s definitely something to consider.” Cassian stated squeezing Nesta’s hand wondering what her thoughts are on the whole thing.

“We’ll see how things all play out.” Nesta smiled as sharp pain shot through her. She rode it out but Cassian looked at her in concern.

“Still a false alarm.” She assured, hands resting on her stomach. As Mor looked over to Cassian.

“I still can’t believe you’ll be having a baby soon, it seems like just yesterday you were getting your ass hauled out of the summer court.” Mor laughed.

“It was one building.” Cassian replied rolling his eyes.it was definitely something he’d never live down that was for sure.

“Tell that to Tarquin.” Mor shot back. As Nesta and Emerie exchanged looks while Mor and Cassian squabbled.

“Are you doing okay?” Emerie asked her face flashing in concern. She hadn’t seen Nesta since that night and she knew she owed her friend some sort of explanation, but his did she even begin to explain. She couldn’t even explain it to Elain or Feyre. She even had a hard time explaining it to Cassian remembering his hard her tears had feel, his tight he had held her as she broke in his arms. His could she keep telling that story over and over?

“I’m fine.” She said careful not to touch the comb in her hair. “I’m just going through a few things right now that I’ll tell you and Gwyn sometime. I just- need time to process everything by myself first, if that makes sense.” She explained. Understanding feeling Emerie’s eyes as she nodded,

“Whenever you’re ready, Gwyn and I are here for you.”

Nesta nodded her thanks missing her other friend tonight , but she had declined the invite saying she had business with the other priestesses and would see them next week for Nesta’s birthday.

Nesta couldn’t even think about that right now with the letter feeling like it was burning a whole through her pocket.

She fidgeted slightly wiping her sweaty palm on her dress. Cassian grasped it, slowly making circles on her hand.

“Is everything okay?” He asked. Concern on his face. He had probabaly felt her distress through the bond.

“I-I just need to walk around, stretch my legs, maybe go find Elain because I haven’t seen her yet.” Nesta answered sitting up giving him a peck on the cheek sending him an assurance that she’ll be okay while he stayed with Mor and Emerie as she moved towards the river house pulling open the doors as Nesta searched for her sister. So many questions filling her mind.

Nesta wandered into the kitchen stopping dead in her tracks at what she saw. Elain. Lucien. Lucien and Elain together as her sisters lips pressed to his, shocking Nesta. Now she had even more questions, but she didn’t want to- interrupt Elain.

She made to leave the kitchen, giving them some privacy before a pot she hadn’t seen knocked over the loud clatter sending Lucien and Elain flying apart. Elain’s cheeks glowing red as she turned to Nesta looking flushed.

“Ugh sorry.I-didn’t mean to interrupt.” She finished as Lucien looked between the two sisters.

“I was just leaving.” Lucien explained looking at Elain.”I’ll see you later.” He said before swiftly making his exit leaving Nesta and Elain alone.

“I truly didn’t mean to interrupt, you can go after him if you wish.” Nesta said breaking the tension.

“Maybe it’s for the best that you interrupted us. Things have been-complicated between us as of recent.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Nesta asked gesturing to the table.

“You have other things to worry about then my complicated love life.” Elain answered eyes flickering to Nesta’s stomach. That’s when something occurred to her. Something she hadn’t thought of.

“Do you know? What is troubling me?” Nesta asked as Elain averted her eyes looking out the window.

“Yes I-I know about Koschei. All of it.” Elain admitted making Nesta’s chest heave, her tears burn.

“You saw it in your visions didn’t you? You saw him refer to her as-“ Nesta swallowed the bile threatening to come from her throat. “As his granddaughter. And you didn’t want to tell me or Cassian because you-you didn’t want to admit the truth.”

Elain’s tears fell falling onto the marble floors.

“You took years to accept fathers death Nesta. I-I didn’t want you to relive that pain because Koschei being your father doesn’t matter. He-He didn’t raise you. Didn’t claim you as his own and now when you’re important to him, could help him now suddenly he wants to play the role as your father, I-I refused to let him, he doesn’t have the right. He doesn’t want to be your father, he doesn’t want to play the role as her grandfather either. All he wants to do is use you two until there’s nothing left to use. Until he can cast you to the side once more. I won’t let him. I-“ Elain reached our her hand and Nesta flinched not meaning to. She knew Elain was right.

“I-I don’t want him to be my father, I-“ Nesta started as the tears started to fall and Elain pulled her into a hug squeezing tightly.

“I know. I know.” She stated stroking Nesta’s hair. Hands near her comb, her mother’s comb.

“Get it off me.” She cried, “Get it off me.” She repeated as footsteps feel, Elain grasping the comb in her hair and pulling it out accidentally tugging on a few strands of hair as her hair tumbled down and Elain held her comb,

“Nesta.” Feyre cautioned, Rhysand and Cassian behind her. Her pupils huge.

“You heard didn’t you-“ Nesta said, her stomach dropping. Looking at the comb in Elain’s hands. The symbol of everything she had always hated about herself. She wondered if he had given it to her.

“Yes.” Feyre replied, but she didn’t falter. “But it doesn’t change anything Nesta. You’re still our sister. Kosheci be damned we won’t let him get near you or the baby.” Feyre assured looking at Rhys. “Promise her.” She instructed him knowing that Nesta wouldn’t believe she was safe until then Cassian looked inclined to say the same thing.

“You are a still a part of this court, lineage be damned, we won’t turn our backs on you, I promise.” Rhys swore, Nesta nodded as she turned towards Elain, holding out her palm. There was one more thing left she had to do today. Her father’s letter could wait.

“Give it to me, please.” She instructed as Elain placed her mother’s comb in her hand.

“Nesta, what are you doing?” Cassian asked as she dug her mother’s comb in her hand moving past him and the others and towards the Sidra. The others yelling her name behind her.

“Nesta!” Cassian called out, careful not to draw too much attention to them. Elain and Feyre beside him, Rhys had put a sound barrier around them so the party would not be disturbed. Good. She didn’t want to ruin anything.

Cassian caught up to her, breathing hard from running so hard.

“Nesta.” He breathed. “What’s wrong? What are you doing?”

Nesta looked into his Hazel eyes the comb digging into her palm so much that it hurt. He looked down at it.

“Nesta..”

“I’m letting her go.” She answered as she hurled her mother’s comb so hard in the Sidra that she heard the splash echoing. Cassian looked at her.

“What if you regret it?” He asked a little too late but that was alright. Nothing they could have said would have changed her mind. It was time.

“I won’t.” She promised walking up to him placing her hand out for him. “Let’s go back to the party.” She said as Cassian took her hand, Feyre and Elain looking at him with concern for Nesta as he threw his arm around her shoulder pulling her close. Hoping she wouldn’t regret throwing away the last thing she had of her mother.

The comb raced along the Sidra, kept on at it for hours until hands picked it up, Charlotte smiled turning it over to see Margaret’s initials engraved in it as she pocketed the comb walking until her feet took her exactly where to go. The lake.

Koschei stood there, his shadows going in and out as his gaze focused on the comb, his smile turning up into a twisted grin.

“Good job, pet.” He cooed at her grabbing the comb,

“Was there a reason you wanted this?” Charlotte asked. He had to admit he liked her better under his control.

“Yes.” He smiled grasping the strands of hair off the comb speaking a simple enchantment smiling. “My daughter is having a baby soon, it would be a shame if I missed it.”

“But you-you’re bound to the lake. How could you escape from it and get to her?”

“It’s already done, I just needed a sacrifice to complete it.”

What are you-“ He slashed her throat. She grasped it in shock eyes wide,

“Surely you don’t mind being my vessel so I don’t miss it.” Koschei smiled as Charlotte collapsed to the floor letting his shadows flow into her as he looked at the lake through her eyes smiling.

“Don’t worry daughter, I’ll be there soon,” he smiled walking away from the lake determination in his gaze. As he clutched the comb in his hand, making sure he would give it back to his daughter when the time was right.

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Sharp pain cut across Nesta’s stomach as she sat up inhaling sharply as she took a deep breath, her hand going to her stomach as she inhaled then exhaled through the pain. Cassian jerked up beside her, eyes searching her until the pain passed and she turned to him.

“False alarm.” She breathed. His eyes looked at her unconvinced.

“Are you sure? I can call Madja if you want-“ Cassian suggested but Nesta waved a hand.

“I’m fine. My water hasn’t broken yet, my mucus plug is still intact. She doesn’t feel like she’s moving any further down. I’m able to speak clearly. I’m good to go. This child is not coming yet, she still has two and a half weeks before that happens.” Nesta assured him, he nodded rubbing his hand up and down smiling.

“You have to be kinder to mommy today, little warrior, it’s her birthday after all.” He smiled, Nesta had hoped in the mist of all the chaos going on Cassian would forgo her birthday this year, but they were still having a small get together that evening to celebrate. It was the one thing he could get her to agree to. A simple dinner with their friends and family.

“How could I possibly forget.” Nesta teased, her daughter kicking her palm. She had been around a lot lately. “You’ve been more excited than me to do something.”

Cassian grinned. Pulling her to him, giving her a kiss as she lost herself in it. In him. He pulled away looking down at her, lust in his gaze. She frowned knowing that she couldn’t get everything she wanted for her birthday as she ran her hand down his hardened length. He groaned.

“Nesta.” He breathed taking her hand and holding it. “We’re supposed to be following doctors orders. At least until the baby is born and you’re fully healed.” He commented giving her a kiss. “But after that I’ll make sure to take you in every way I possibly can.” He promised making her shiver.

“Will you fill me in every way that you can too?” She prompted, a coy smile playing across her face as he kissed her again.

“Oh you know I will.” He swore, probably smelling the heat between her legs at that promise. “We should probably get ready .We have a long day ahead of us.” He smiled hooping off the bed as Nesta stared at him. Confused.

“I thought we were only having dinner?” Nesta asked as Cassian pulled out a longer box, she cocked her head to the side.

“I may have made some plans for today. For just the two of us.” He said as Nesta looked at him, Cassian laying the box beside her.

Nesta looked up at him through her lashes. Smiling slightly as she opened up the box and looked at the beautiful purple maternity dress in it. It didn’t look like a dress she would casually walk around the house in either. She smiled.

“What are you up to?” She smiled, that wicked smile of his playing over his lips. “I guess you just have to open your other gifts and find out.”

Nesta looked up at him, outstretching her legs.

“Gifts?” She asked, her hand on her belly. “You know it’s just my birthday right? You don’t have to spoil me.”

He leaned down pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear before whispering. “I love spoiling you.”

He pressed a kiss to her mouth. His tongue exploring the confines of her mouth. Making being good difficult. Her hands thrusted up in his hair. As his hands grabbed the edge of her nightgown pulling it up as she broke the kiss breathing hard. Good. They had to follow the doctors orders. She pulled away before she was tempted once more. She pulled up her gown as his gaze dipped down to her breast.

“I need to get dressed if we’re going to make those plans of yours.” She smiled. Her golden brown hair catching in the light. Making Cassian’s eyes widen slightly as he twirled a strand around his finger pressing one last kiss to her mouth making sure she felt every bit of his desire in that kiss.

“I’ll be downstairs making breakfast if you need me.” He smiled before heading out the room

Sighing, Nesta made her way into the bathroom taking her time to lounge in the bathtub while Cassian made breakfast down below, she gently washed her stomach, the bubbles from the tub floating over it as she placed some on it laughing slightly. Pain shot through her once more as she breathed through it. She knew they were gonna get more persistent as labor closed in, but these were a bit more painful than she expected.

After the pain surpassed, Nesta finished washing up wrapping herself in her robe, making her way into their bedroom as she brushed put her hair and waited until her body dried to put on her dress wondering what today had in store and what Cassian’s plan was.

Touching her unbound hair Nesta sighed wishing she had another hair comb to place in her hair. Her mother’s was the only one she had owned and even though she didn’t miss it per se she did miss having something to bind her hair with.

She left her hair down, letting the long locks cascade down her back in an array of waves, perhaps she would curl her hair today. It wouldn’t hurt to try something new as she grabbed her curlers and set her hair walking down to the kitchen as Cassian took in the sight of her smiling. Touching one of the curlers.

“What’s this about?” He smiled pulling her close, his scent intoxicating.

“I’m trying out a new look.” She replied wiggling out of his arms to sit down at the table. Where he set the omelette and strawberries with cream and chocolate down beside her earning a smile from her. As he sat down beside his own food scooting his chair closer to her as he also put a thing of blueberry and banana pancakes down beside them. All her favorites.

“Thank you for this.” She smiled leaning over to give him a kiss on his cheek, careful not to inhale his scent.

“Well the house did assist as well.” Cassian replied as the house flickered its lights in confirmation making Nesta laugh.

“Thank you both then.” She replied grabbing her fork and digging into her food every bite tasting as delectable as the one before making her moan in delight. Cassian’s eyes went to her lips looking ready to devour them.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” She asked, Cassian looked at her with mischief in his eyes,

“That’s a surprise. One of them you’ll find out as soon as you finish getting dressed.” He grinned pointing to the curlers in her hair which hopefully had set by now.

“Fine.” She smiled taking a sip of her juice. “Keep your secrets.”

When she had finished her breakfast, she gave him a small peck on the lips thanking him once more for breakfast as she headed up the store sitting at her vanity and removing her curls one by one as they cascaded down her back. She didn’t mind the style. But she also didn’t feel like herself either. She looked down at the letter she had still yet to open on her vanity table. She knew she shouldn’t be putting it off,but-

The door opened, Nesta wiped around to see Cassian walking in a small box in his hand as he took her in.

“You look stunning.” He breathed walking towards her, kneeling down beside her as he took her hand.

“I still don’t feel like myself.” She admitted. “I feel like I’m playing dress up and pretending to be someone else.”

He squeezed her hand, lifting up the box to hold it put to her. She took it gingerly.

“Perhaps this will help.” He offered as Nesta took the ribbon off of the box taking a second to carefully unwrap the tissue paper inside and gently picked it up tears welling in her eyes at what she saw. The comb that was nestled in there.

“I know that your mother’s was the only one that you wore, but me, Feyre, and Elain thought you might like this in case you still wanted to bond your hair up every now and again.” Cassian told her, Nesta taking time to truly look at it.

The comb was absolutely perfect, with sapphire and rhinestones intertwined with silver leaves. It was tiny and delicate looking to where you could still see it but it would over power her hair. She wiped her tears throwing her arms around Cassian.

“Thank you.” She whispered. Turning around and gathering some of her hair still keeping most of it loose. “Will you help me put it on.” She asked handing it to him.

“Gladly.” He replied gathering up the hair she had pulled and placing the comb inside as she turned around gazing at him.

“It’s perfect.” She whispered.

“You’re perfect.” He mused tucking a strand behind her ear, her breath coming out heavy. She stepped in closer tilting her head up as his lips met hers. A sense of peace coming over her. His hand going towards her abdomen.

“I’ll let you finish getting ready.” He said kissing the top of her nose before kissing her forehead. Making her close her eyes to feel his lips on her.

Nesta held his hand before he left sitting back down and looking at her reflection in the mirror finally feeling like herself again as she placed the letter in her pocket saving it for later. There was plenty of time to read it, but today was theirs.

Nesta reveled in the feel of Cassian’s warm hand in hers as they walked down the streets of downtown Velaris, excited chatter running along the streets as Nesta took in the familiar streets she had grown to love. Cassian stopped in front of a building, the citizens chatting excitedly as Nesta looked at Cassian.

“What’s all this about?” She smiled as he produced two tickets out of his hands, one for each of them.

“I may have kept it a secret that there was a ballet showing in Velaris tonight, and I know how much you love dancing so I got us tickets to it.”

A smile illuminated Nesta’s face as excitement radiated through her.

“You did this for me?” She asked tears welling in her eyes.

“It’s not every day you allow me to spoil you,” Cassian claimed taking her hand once more. “I thought today would be the perfect occasion to do so.”

“You didn’t have to.” Nesta squeezed his hand, “I wouldn’t have minded a quite night at home with you either.but this...I do love the surprise.” She said with a kiss to the cheek. He looped his arm around hers, raising his eyebrows.

“Shall we, my lady?” He inquired. She squeezed the bicep of his arm.

“We shall.”

The ballet was mesmerizing.Nesta’s attention never faltered off the dancers, their bodies twisting and turning, losing themselves into the music like Nesta once did.She wondered if her daughter would also love dance. Only time would tell.

Cassian’s hand was still in hers as they watched the ballet come to a close, the audience erupting in praises. As Cassian took Nesta’s hand helping her up. Their daughter moving. Cassian placed his hand over her.

“She’s been more active today.” He noted.

“It’s probably the music, she’s more active when she hears it.” Nesta smiled, Cassian’s hand still resting there.

“Her name will be fitting then.” Cassian replied, their baby’s wing brushing against his hand. “I can’t wait to finally share it with everyone.”

A smile illuminated Nesta’s face. Her hand in his feeling their baby move together.

“Only two and a half more weeks to go.” She grinned. His lips coming down on hers.

“Did you enjoy the show?” He asked. Hands going in her hair diving in.

“I loved it.” Nesta smiled as Cassian grasped her hand and they started walking. “It made me miss dancing.”

Cassian gazed at her, a sad look crossing his face.

“Do you think you would have pursued it as a career if you-if things had been different?” He asked. Nesta pondered this for a brief second.

“Perhaps, but roads change and I’m happy.” She replied her hands going to her abdomen. “Life is too short to wonder about the what -ifs-“

She stopped mid sentence hands going to her abdomen as she breathed in and out. She hadn’t had a fakse contraction in a couple hours but this one seemed a bit more painful than the others but past quickly.

“Another one?” Cassian asked, Nesta nodded.

“Looks like she’s not good at following your instructions.” She teased.

“Like mother like daughter.” He remarked.

“So what’s next on your list of plans?” She asked. Cassian slid his hand in hers. “You may love this one if hate this one. It depends on how you feel about Rhys’s gifts.”

Nesta groaned causing a chuckle to escape Cassian’s lips.

“His gifts aren’t that bad.” Cassian commented.

“I know but he already paid for our mating ceremony and gave us the house of wind. I think his gift quota is exceeded.” She explained, Cassian tried to hold back his laugh.

“It’s Rhys. Do you really think he’ll ever stop trying to give you gifts?”

Nesta rose a brow. “Fair point, but he doesn’t have to.”

“We’ll just consider it Rhys and Feyre’s gift. It was their idea.” Cassian grinned sliding his hand in hers as they walked closer to the edge of town. Towards a quaint bookstore that Nesta had always loved.

“What are we doing here?” She asked. “Oh I know their gift now. An unlimited amount of book credits.” She breathed. Going up to the door, her brows furrowing in confusion when the door did not open. Usually it was open today. The elderly women who ran the store was always kind to Nesta telling her all the best new releases.

She turned to Cassian confusion still written on her face.

“Is there an event going on today that I’m not aware of? Usually Doreen is here by now.” Nesta asked looking around inside for the elderly woman.

“Cassian, what’s going on?” She asked as Cassian stepped closer to her, a set of keys in his hands as Nesta’s eyes dipped to them widening.

“Doreen wanted to retire and since she didn’t have any children of her own, she sold the shop to Rhys. He figured he didn’t trust any other person more than you to run this place. Sure you’ll have to pay rent like everyone else and keep general upkeep, but other than that, the bookstore is yours to do with as you wish.” Cassian replied as he placed the keys in Nesta’s hand. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “And before you ask about Doreen, she agreed that she thought of no one better to run the place then you. So what do you say, Mate? Do you want to make this place yours?”

Nesta touched the stained glass windows of the bookstore, looking at the rows upon rows of books on the inside as she placed a hand on her stomach.

“No.” She said, Cassian stiffened, but she wasn’t finished as she grasped his hand, “I want to make this place ours.”

His grin answered her back as she placed the key in the door opening it and walked inside as Cassian pulled her to him.

“Any ideas on what you want to call it?” He asked looking down at her, losing himself in her gaze.

“I’ll have to think on it.” She smiled as he leaned down and kissed her in between the stacks of the bookstore that was now theirs.

Nesta’s tongue licked the ice cream, it dripping between her fingers as she tried but mostly failed to eat it before her hands got sticky. Cassian laughed handing her a napkin as she wiped it off.

“Are we heading to our house now?” Nesta asked.wanting to ravish herself in his kisses until the others arrived for dinner.

“So eager to get home, mate. Is there a specific reason why?” He grinned. A hint of mischief in her eyes.

She traced her hands down the length of his body in response.

“I know Madja said we can’t have sex for a while, but it doesn’t mean we can’t have some...fun in other ways.” She breathed, her gaze going towards his wings, his grin answering hers.

“Now you know that’s not fair to you, mate. I want to give you pleasure as much as I want to receive it. Besides it would be quite rude of me to indulge in my own sexual pleasure when it’s your birthday.” Cassian stated his hands weaving through hers. She stepped closer, closing the distance between the two.

“What if bringing you pleasure brings me pleasure?” She inquired.

“Nesta, you know what’ll happen if you touch my wings.” He grinned bending down to whisper in her ear, “and I want the next time we do wing play to be enjoyable for the both of us, I want to be able to spill myself inside you as you bring me to completion, so if we have to be good, let’s be good.”

She nodded finding it difficult to think. Difficult to breath.

“However, I’m not opposed to having a little fun above the collar.” Cassian chimed in bringing on Nesta’s smile, touching the pulse point of her neck.

Nesta stepped into his arms, his wings encircling them as he flew them back to the house of wind.

A groan escaped from Nesta’s mouth at the sound of knocking at the door. Casssian, whose chest was now bare looked over to the door, a deep set frown setting on his face at the interruption.

Nesta slipped the top of her dress back on. Her nipples aching painfully to be touched underneath her bra as she too cursed the interruption. Who would be two hours early?

“Busted.” He replied tipping his head up to give her one last kiss before gently placing her on the couch and zipping up his leathers to go see who was at the door.

Sighing, Nesta leaned back in the couch, a bit of discomfort going to her abdomen as she breathed through it once more. If these persisted she would have no choice but to call Madja.

“I didn’t expect to see you here this early.” Cassian said to whoever was at the door as the contraction passed once more.

Gwyn entered the sitting area, her red hair flowing as the house greeted her. Her teal eyes shinning with a translucent light.

“I do live just right downstairs.” She reminded him as she turned to Nesta pulling her into a hug. “Happy Birthday!!!” She exclaimed.

“Thank you.” She said as Gwyn sat next to her Casssian sitting on Nesta’s other side grasping her hand.

“So did you do anything for your birthday this morning?” Gwyn asked, trying to make conversation.

Nesta told Gwyn about the ballet and the book store. Gwyn’s eyes went to Cassian.

“Rhys really does pull out all the stops when gift giving doesn’t he?” She chucked.

“That he does.” Cassian replied slinging his arms over Nesta’s shoulder pulling her to him.

“Are you excited to have your own book shop?” Gwyn asked Nesta.

“It’s all so new, I’m not sure how to feel about it yet. It’s like it’s not even real at the moment.” Nesta replied.

“That’s understandable. It’s not everyday you obtain a bookstore. It seems perfect for you Nesta.” She said as she looked to Cassian.

“I need to borrow your wife for at least an hour. You don’t mind do you?” Gwyn asked, Nesta looked at her puzzled. “It’s a surprise from the priestesses and I.” She explained.

“It’s up to the person who’s birthday it is.” Cassian replied as Nesta sat up leaning down to place a kiss on his lips.

“I’ll be back in an hour.” She replied. Cassian leaned his head up to look into her blue-grey eyes.

“I’ll be waiting when you get back.”

It had been a long while since Nesta had been down to the library. She took extra time to greet the priestesses as Clotho smiled at her using her magic to write on a piece of paper that floated into Nesta’s hand.

“Long time no see Nesta Archeron, it’s good to see you again. I see you’re baby is doing well, you have that pregnancy glow to you.” Clotho wrote as Nesta responded.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been down here more often. I miss you and the priestesses.” Nesta replied, a small grin crossing over Clotho’s lips.

“We have missed seeing your face down here, however we understand, it can be tedious to walk down all these steps while carrying a child. Take as long as you need to recover and be happy with your child. The other priestesses tell me it’s a girl.”

Nesta nodded placing her hands on her stomach. Clotho’s smile widening.

“How exciting. Does your baby have wings like Lord Cassian?”

Nesta didn’t think she would ever get used to the titles Lord and Lady when it came to her and Cassian, but she replied.

“Yes Madja says she has wings. She should be here any day now.” Nesta answered. Clotho began writing her next sentence.

“How wonderful. A little bird told me that it’s your birthday today also.”

Nesta looked to Gwyn, who turned her head away, but Nesta could already guess who the culprit was.

“Yes. It is.” Nesta answered.

“Well then Happy Birthday, Nesta Archeron. I hope you enjoy your time down here with the priestesses. It was nice seeing you again.”

“Thank you Clotho, it was nice seeing you again too.”

With that farewell, Nesta followed Gwyn down two more flights until they entered where the priestesses sang, Nesta’s eyebrows rose as Gwyn squeezed her hand and smiled.

“What’s this all about?” Nesta asked as Gwyn let go of her hand.

“Me and the priestesses may have prepared a little something for your birthday.” Gwyn answered. Taking her place as Nesta took a seat and a chorus of Happy Birthday started to sing around her.

Nesta’s heart sang with joy placing her hand over her heart before something unexpected happened and Emerie along with the rest of the Valkyrie joined them. Nesta placed a hand over her heart, tears welling up at the unexpected surprise as the chorus finished and the girls each took a turn hugging Nesta and catching up with her. Asking her about life, Cassian, the baby, and anything they could think of until Nesta got to her sisters in arms. Throwing herself to them on a hug pulling them close.

“I loved my surprise, I don’t know what I’d do without you two.” Nesta smiled. As they returned the hug.

“We wanted to surprise you. We knew how much you missed everyone and with the baby coming so soon we thought this would be a pretty good time as any to do this.” Gwyn replied.

“And the Valkyrie were pretty persistent on wanting to see you too. They say they can’t wait to see you back in training.” Emerie added, Nesta smirked,

“I’m looking forward to it.” Nesta replied looking around as everyone gathered and they talked for what seemed like hours.

With a final farewell to the priestesses and the Valkyrie, Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn made their way upstairs laughing and reminiscing in old memories as they finally made it to the house of wind with the others waiting for them.

Cassian grinned pulling his mate into a kiss and looking at Emerie and Gwyn as Mor went to Emerie slipping her hand in hers.

“I thought you two forgot we were up here and we’re going to keep her for the entire night.” Cassian joked. Throwing his arm over Nesta’s shoulder.

“We would have brought her back-eventually.” Gwyn answered making Cassian chuckle slightly.

Nesta caught sight of her sisters making her way towards them and hugging both of them.

“Happy birthday.” Feyre said, Nyx by her side.

“Happy birthday, Aunt Nes!” He exclaimed,

Nesta took him and gave him a hug of her own.

“Thank you. Feyre, Nephew.” Nesta smiled, as he looked down at her stomach,

“No baby yet?” He asked making Nesta smile, she thought he was the most excited out of all of them, well excluding her and Cassian.

“Not yet.” Nesta answered as Nyx looked up at her with his blue eyes meeting hers.

“Do you think she’ll come today? Maybe she’ll be your birthday gift.” Nyx suggested. Nesta laughed slightly.

“She still has two weeks to go.” She explained patting her stomach.

Feyre smiled taking her son back from Nesta as Rhys pulled her into a hug, she was still getting used to this.

“Happy birthday.” He said as Nesta pulled back.

“Thank you for the present, it was...unexpected.” Nesta said, her gaze going to Cassian,

“I thought it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.” He explained. “And I can’t imagine anyone else running the place besides you.”

Nesta nodded. “I appreciate it.ouch-“

Rhys gaze flew to her concerned as she breathed through whatever was going on.

“Are you okay? Should I get Cass-“

“I’m fine.” She assured. “My body is just preparing to have the baby soon. Madja says it’s normal.”

Like Cassian, Rhysand didn’t seem so convinced,

“If I need to call Madja over here-“

“You and Cassian will be the first ones I’ll let know.” She assured looking at Cassian who was talking to Emerie, Gwyn, and Mor.

“What are the two of you talking about?” Feyre asked sliding her hand in Rhys’s,

“Nesta just had a false alarm, she says there’s nothing to worry about.”

“And there’s not.” Nesta stated before Feyre could interject,

“Trust me if I go into labor, everyone in this house will know.” Nesta said as Feyre and Rhys exchanged looks with each other.

Sighing, Nesta went over to Elain hoping that she could have a conversation with her sister about what had happened with Lucien. She didn’t really care who Elain was with as long as she was happy, but she still hadn’t talked to her since Nyx’s birthday party. Things had been complicated between them as well lately and Nesta wanted nothing more than to tap it out.

“Can we talk in private?” Nesta asked, Elain’s eyes shifted to everyone at the party before settling on her.

“Of course.” She replied as the two made their way into the kitchen where no one would her them speak.

“Are you doing okay?” Elain asked, her look turning serious as she examined Nesta,

“I’ve been trying to come to terms with...everything.” She admitted taking out the letter that she had kept in the pocket of her dress. “Father...well who I thought was my biological father, he left me this letter. I-I still haven’t opened it yet.”

Elain’s gentle eyes softened, she had Inherited his eyes. Had always been the closest with him out of the three of them.

“Did you read it?” She asked knowing the answer, but wanting to ask anyway.

“No. For whatever reason every time I reach for this letter something stops me.” Nesta replied.

“Fear.” She answered as Nesta met her sister’s gaze. “Fear is what keeps you from reading his letter. Fear that maybe you’ll learn something you don’t want to. Fear that your feeling will be confirmed. There’s a lot of reasons why you shouldn’t open the letter and no one would blame you if you didn’t but there’s one solid reason why you should.”

Nesta glanced at her sister, really glanced at her.

“To bring yourself peace. To end that chapter of your life so you can start a new one with Cassian, yourself, and your baby girl. I know Charlotte told you that you can’t embrace who you truly are until you have all the pieces,” Elain said touching the letter, “So don’t be afraid to collect that last piece, it’s who you are. It’s who you always have been. And no one is going to stop loving you after it.” Elain finished pulling her into a hug. Nesta soaking in her sister’s warmth.

“I’m sorry we haven’t spoken much about your life.” Nesta said to her. Elain pulled away.

“Well you have had a lot going on.” Elain replied, looking down at her abdomen.

“So have you.” Nesta reminded her. Their gazes locking. “What happened between you and Lucien when you were in the human lands?”

Elain checked to make sure they were alone, a fond smile crossing her face.

“I found out he wasn’t as bad as I thought he was. We bonded for the first time and well one thing led to another and...we may have slept together.”

Nesta’s eyes widened at what her sister admitted. She hadn’t expected that.

“At first we thought it was merely the grief, but then we found put we had a lot in common and well, when I told Azriel what had happened...”

“He didn’t take it well.” Nesta finished.

“I never expected him too, but then we all started talking to each other working it out during Emerie and Mor’s wedding, we’re better now.”

“And you and Lucien?”

“Still complicated.” She admitted, Nesta nodded. She understood. “But I figured giving it a shot wouldn’t hurt,”

Nesta nodded. “As long as you’re happy.”

“I’m getting there.” Her sister confirmed. As footsteps approached them and Cassian slid his arm around Nesta’s waist.

“Hey.” Nesta said smiling up at Cassian,

“Is everything alright?” Cassian asked looking between her and Elain.

“Everything is alright, Nesta and I were just discussing her reading father’s letter.”

Cassian squeezed one of her hands in assurance,

“Whenever you decide-“

“I want to read it sometime tonight.” She blurted put looking up at Cassian. Cassian nodded.

“Then I’ll be there for you when you’re finished.” Cassian promised, Nesta’s smile growing at the reassurance.

“Dinner is served!” Gwyn announced. The three of them looking around the kitchen.

“I guess the house of wind made it for us.” Cassian replied.

“Thank you.” She smiled at the house, touching its wall as a comforting warmth soaked through her hand as if saying ‘Happy Birthday Nesta.’

After dinner was finished, they all sat by the sofas talking about whatever they could before Cassian slipped his hand in Nesta’s.

“We’ll be back.” Cassian assured them, helping up his wife as Nesta wondered where they were going as he took her outside. Nesta looking up to see the moonlight and the stars.

“What is it?” She asked. Her eyes drinking in the stars. Somehow feeling like she had seen them before.

“I may have another surprise for you.” He grinned. “Follow me.” He said extending his hand out as Nesta took it following him until they stopped at where they had made love that one night. Nesta gasped at the sight of it. At what now rested there.

A porch swing sat there overlooking the garden, as Nesta touched the white painted wood.

“It’s beautiful.” She whispered. As he helped her into it. The swing swaying them back and forth as she laid her head on his chest tilting up her face to look at the stars, so many stars.

“I made it with Rhys and Azriel’s help, I wanted us to have a place in the garden where we could take our child and sit with her for a while. Where we could rock her to sleep and sing her lullabies or tell her stories while we gazed at the stars.” Cassian said talking a strand of her hair and twinning it around his finger.

“I love it. “ she smiled leaning in and kissing him, “thank you for today. For making it one of the best days I’ve had.” She whispered. Cassian rested his head a top of hers.

“Always.” He promised.

“I-I think there’s only one thing left for me to do.” Nesta admitted taking out the letter as Cassian’s fingers grazed her hand. “Do you think I can have a moment alone? I think this is something that-that I need to do myself.”

Understanding crossed Cassian’s face as he gave her another kiss.

“I’ll go get us some cake. Maybe talk to Rhys and Feyre. Take the time you need and tug on the bond when you’re done.” Cassian said. “I’ll be here for you when you’re finished.”

Nesta thanked him. Looking at his retreating figure as he went into the house and she took in a deep breath turning over the letter and breaking the seal pulling it out as her hands trembled slightly. She could do this. She knew she could. She looked down at the letter and began to read.

‘’My dearest Nesta,

If you are reading this, it means that I am gone. That I failed to protect you once more. During this long journey, I have discovered a lot more about myself that I care to admit. During those years in the cottage, I was so lost, lost without our wealth, lost without your mother, but I know that was no excuse, I should have fought harder for your sisters. I should have fought harder for you. If you’re reading this, I take it that you’ve either stubbled across it or you have figured out the truth about yourself, and for that I am sorry, I never meant to hurt you this way. I was so, so angry. So disappointed that you weren’t my biological daughter that somehow in all the anger, loss, and grief, I lost sight of that you were still my daughter in your eyes. I don’t blame you for your anger. You were a child and I never blamed you for not noticing the little things, why would you, when I never showed you that I was still there. I’m sorry Nesta. I think I always will be. I just hope one day you find it in your heart to forgive me, even if I don’t deserve it. Even if it takes you decades to do so. I hope you find someone to share your life with, to love you the ways your mother and I should have from the begging. To fight for you even when things get hard and tomorrow looks bleak. I hope one day when you have children of your own that you’ll love them with every fiber of your being. With every piece of your heart. I hope that you’re happy. That you’ve found love and you are loved the way you always deserved to be. I love you Nesta and I’m sorry.

Love, your father, Xavier
Archeron

Tears leaked from the corners of Nesta’s vision, Nesta wiped the away trying her best to hold it in. Wishing she could hear him say these words in person. Wishing that they still had that time to fix what was broken between them.

Taking a deep breath to gather herself, Nesta rose put of the porch swing hand resting on her abdomen about to call Cassian through the bond when a sharp pain more painful then anything she had felt before sliced through her.

“Ah, baby girl, I-ah!” She replied collapsing down to her knees feeling like she couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breath. This was taking longer than the last one.

Breathing in and out, Nesta counted the seconds waiting for it to pass. Waiting for it to be over, but then it hit her again. She moaned out in pain, hand going to her abdomen as she swore she heard a popping noise. “What?” She replied

Warmth seeped down her legs as Nesta cried out. “Cass-“ she tugged on the bond pulling it hard.

Footsteps sounded beside her. She thanked the mother that Cassian had been near as she lifted her eyes, her face paling as she stared into the eyes of Charlotte. What? What was she doing here?

“That one looks painful. Perhaps you should lay down or call to your-what is he to you mate? Husband? Seeing as how your water just broke.”

“Char-“ she spoke pain spreading through her as she collapsed to the ground gritting her teeth.

“It looks like she wanted to be born on her mother’s birthday. How quaint.” Charlotte replied, her voice not sounding like how it had been in the dream.

Nesta tugged on the bond harder, harder than she knew she possibly could, letting her pain and panic flow through it.

“Charlotte.” Nesta managed to get out. Hearing footsteps in the distance rushing to her. Cassian.

Charlotte smirked sitting on the porch swing, Nesta panting trying to remember the breathing exercises that Madja had showed her.

“No.Not Charlotte, though I’m surprised you forgot. I did tell you that we’d meet the day your daughter was born.”

Fear shot through her. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breath. As the footfalls feel closer.

“Nesta! Nesta!” Cassian shouted him coming into her line of vision.

“Koschei.” She seethed.

“Long time, no see, daughter.”

The pain started to lessen but it was still there. As Cassian collapsed beside her.

“Nesta. What is it sweetheart? What’s wrong? Is it the baby?”

“I could answer that.” Kosheci replied as Cassian’s gaze jerked to him. Cassian bared his teeth, ready to prepare for a fight. To fight for her. To fight for their daughter.

“Cassian.” She cried out. “Kosh-“

The words cut out as she fell into his arms trying to breath through the pain.

“Nesta, what did you do to her?” Cassian growled at Kosheci. A smirk crossing his lips,

“I didn’t do anything-“ he smiled eyes going down to Nesta’s abdomen. “But you have bigger things to worry about then me. Seeing as how your wife’s water broke five minutes ago and she’s now in labor.”

Cassian’s eyes widened. Pulling Nesta closer as he gathered her in his arms. “Don’t worry Nes, we’ll get you to Madja. Everything will be okay.”

“I don’t think your healer will be of much use to you. Seeing as how she’ll be hard to reach at the moment.” Kosheci smirked.

Nesta cried out. The pain more excruciating then she had ever felt, Cassian stroked her hair understanding lighting his features. Because whether or not they planned for it or not, this was what Elain’s vision had warned them about. Because whether or not they expected it or not. Whether or not they were prepared to do this, the baby was coming. As Nesta looked into Cassian’s eyes, finding her hazel stars. Her true home as he grasped her hand ready for their daughter to be born.

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Nesta cried out in pain, Cassian squeezing her hand giving her words of encouragement, telling her that they would be alright. That they would get through this. She wondered if he believed them himself.

Kosheci tilted his head amusement in his eyes as the contraction passed finally letting her breath again. Think again.

“From that one I’m guessing her contractions are five minutes apart.” Kosheci mused, Cassian turned cold eyes on him.

“I’m going to kill you.” He growled, a low laugh escaped from Koschei’s lips.

“You could try, but I doubt you’d succeed. Prince of bastards.” Kosheci replied, a ruthless smile crossing his lips.

Cassian ignored the jab, looking deep into her eyes.

“Cassian.” She whispered. Her hands laying on her stomach. The baby had moved lower.

“I’m going to check how dilated you are.” Cassian told her, she nodded tilting her head back taking a deep breath because she wasn’t sure how long it would last until she could breath normally.

Cassian lifted her dress, checking her like Madja instructed him too.

“How many?” She asked almost afraid to ask. But she had to know.

“Five.” He confirmed, Nesta looked up to the sky the stars near iridescent. Just like in Elain’s vision. How could they not think of the fact that she would give birth in the garden of the house of wind.

“Looks like you’re half way there.” Kosheci announced. Cassian turned his head to the death God.

“We don’t need your commentary every five minutes.”

“It hasn’t been five minutes yet, she hasn’t had another contraction.” Kosheci reminded him.

“And what’s your plan when she does? Surely her sisters and everyone else inside will hear her screaming out in pain. Child birth isn’t something you do silently.” Cassian shot back, a hint of amusement in Koschei’s gaze.

“You act like I haven’t been around for a long time, boy. Like I don’t know how to set a sound barrier around us so the others inside won’t hear your mate’s cries. Your baby’s first wails. As far as they know you two are still here in the garden. Still too lost in each other to be concerned about anyone else.”

Koschei looked around the garden glancing at it. Cassian looked as if he were going to be sick while wanting to rip Koschei to shreds.

Another contraction hit, Nesta gritted her teeth squeezing Cassian’s hand as hard as she could. Dragging his attention back to her. Focusing solely on her and helping her get through this. There was no help, they would have to do this alone. In the garden where their daughter was conceived. She prayed to the mother for some guidance. For a way to help them out.

“Birthing babies requires stuff I can’t obtain out here.” Cassian snapped. Koschei waves a hand producing a bucket and a wet cloth.

“I can produce anything with my magic. She’ll be fine and you’ll have all you need to make sure your ‘Little Warrior’ is safely delivered.”

Cassian grabbed the bucket, ringing out the wet cloth and dabbing at the sweat that had produced on Nesta’s forehead.

“No harm.” He whispered as tears leaked out of Nesta’s eyes. The pain excruciating, her thoughts growing louder until a voice slipped inside her mind. Giving her an idea.

“No harm.” She whispered back placing her hands on the soil of the earth praying to The Mother and even the Cauldron that this worked. Letting a small sliver of magic flow into the ground hoping that the house would feel her. Would sense that something was off and find a way to warn the others in time.

“She has your heart.” Nesta told Cassian pretending like they were the only two in the garden. “I think that’s why she has the power of life. I think her powers are more related to you then they are me.” She mused squeezing his hand, the tears flowing from his eyes.

“Why are you doing this?” Cassian asked Koschei, “why don’t you just leave us alone? This isn’t some kind of sick game, this is our child.”

“I need my daughter’s magic to escape from that lake or did Charlotte not inform you of that part?”

“She can’t use her magic while she’s pregnant.” Cassian snapped.

“Which is why it seems like I’m right on time. Why else would I wait until my daughter was giving birth to come retrieve her.”

“You’re not taking her anywhere.” Cassian growled, his instincts taking over looking every bit of the illyrian warrior that Nesta had seen countless times.

“You act like you can stop me.” Koschei challenged. “What can a mere illyrian warrior do against a God, besides your daughter will need you more than your mate will after she’s born,” Kosheci smirked, Nesta felt her stomach roll as she fought back the urge to vomit.

“You’d take a mother away from her newborn child? She’d be of no use to you until she’s recovered, she could die if she uses that much magic after giving birth.”

“And that’s my concern how?” Koschei stated. “As long as I’m free I don’t care if your bitch of a mate dies to free me, what is she to me after all?”

“She’s your daughter.” Cassian breathed. “You loved her mother once, did you not? What would she do if she knew that you were doing this to your own child.”

Koschei’s eyebrows lifted,

“You obviously haven’t met her mother, she would have turned her back on Nesta as soon as she figured out that Nesta was mated to a fae, she would be disgusted to know that she was impregnated by one as well, would think of her granddaughter as nothing more than a creature. Would look you dead in the face and be disappointed that her daughter had got herself knocked up by some low born illyrian bastard, I mean don’t get me wrong , your daughter will be the talk of prythin, with her half illyrian half high fae/ half God heritage...”

“Shut up, don’t you dare speak about him that way.” Nesta snapped another contraction hitting.

“I don’t think you’re in the position to give me orders. The only thing you should be worried about right now is pushing that baby out of you so we can get this over with.”

Nesta gritted her teeth wishing that she could rip him to shreds. Tear his throat open with her teeth until he was rendered useless.

“What did you mean when you said she was half God?” Nesta asked needing to think of anything else except the situation at hand, “I’m half God she’d be a quarter.” She told him.

He leaned back clasping his hands together.

“You truly don’t know what you are, do you? You stopped being half God when you were tossed into that cauldron.”

Nesta swore her and Cassian stopped breathing around the same time.

“What do you mean by that?”

“You had God blood within your veins when the cauldron killed the human side of you, it ripped you apart to shreds, and awakened something within you that you didn’t know was there. When you died you were no longer a half God, it activated your God side and made you a full God. Why else do you think everyone in that prison trembled when you emerged, because that day was your rebirth. The day you became what you were truly destined to be and now-your baby. She’s half of you, half God- half illyrian. It’s why the wind calls her name as well.”

Nesta’s breath turned heavy. No. He was wrong, she couldn’t have been fully a God. Before she could ask more questions a more intense contraction hit her. Feeling her move further down.

“Cassian.” She groaned, he checked her once more.

“Seven.” He said. Shit. She was coming faster than Nesta expected.

“Cassian-“ she started, his hand gripping hers,

“I know, I know.”

The contractions would be coming faster now, soon Nesta would be rendered speechless. The pain would turn to a ten before her daughter was born.

“Shouldn’t be long now.” Kosheci smiled. Cassian’s eyes growing dark turning to Kosheci as Koschei stood up, his smirk going wide.

“What are you looking at Lord of blood-“

Before Kosheci could complete his sentence, dark tendril struck him in the face as shadows flowed with them striking out making Koschei scream slightly. His face twisting in anger as the dark tendrils wrapped around him holding him there.

Nesta cried out, Cassian looking down at him as fire materialized striking him, a flash of golden brown hair floating in Nesta’s direction as Feyre, Rhys, and Azriel emerged from Azriel’s shadows.

“Well this just got a lot more interesting.” Kosheci smirked.

Feyre ran over to where Nesta and Cassian were, hand smoothing over Nesta’s hair, a question in her eyes to Cassian.

“Her water broke I’m not sure how long we’ve been out here. She’s-She’s seven meters dilated and I don’t think this baby is going to wait much longer to be born.

Feyre nodded eyes narrowed at Kosheci.

“The house’s lights kept flickering like crazy. We thought something was admist so we prepared a room for her upstairs. Emerie, Gwyn, and Elain are waiting for you two up there.”

Nesta knew what this meant as another contraction hit, she grabbed Feyre’s hand, her sister’s eyes went to hers.

“Feyre, don’t..it’s...Kosheci.” She said through gritted teeth. “Not safe.”

Feyre looked up eyes locking with Rhys as he manipulated the darkness further using it to his advantage.

“Get her out of here Cassian.” Rhys ordered, “We’ll take care of this problem.”

Nesta cried out the pain worsening feeling her daughter move down further. She didn’t want to leave them to deal with this monster, but she had no choice. Not where her daughter was concerned.

“Nesta, listen, you go up there and you give birth to that beautiful baby girl, we’ll see you up there.” Feyre instructed her. “Her Aunt Feyre will be up there to say hello as soon as we make sure she’s safe.”

“That may take a while.” Koschei spat pulling on Rhys’s darkness and Azriel’s shadows, fighting them with his son magic. Rhys doubled down fury in his gaze.

“I love you.” Nesta told Feyre, Feyre’s eyes looked deep within her, her hand squeezing Nesta’s gently as Cassian lifted her up , ready to move as fast as they could,

“I love you too. “She whispered tears in her eyes, “Now go take care of my niece.”

Nesta was about to nod when pain erupted in her, she could have sworn she heard thunder the distance as lightning struck somewhere, rain starting to pelt them.

“Looks like you don’t have much time.” Kosheci laughed, “Better hurry.”

Feyre lashed out with her powers from, light erupting from her as Koschei cried out,

“Let’s see how you hold up against me.” She warned, “You made the worst decision of your life coming into my court, hurting my sister, my brother in law, and my niece, you also made the worst mistake by entering my sons mind. I am Feyre Cursebreaker, high lady of the night court, and I will make you pay.” Feyre vowed as Cassian locked eyes with Rhys.

“When you enter the house, it’ll go in full defense mode until one of you disarms it.”

“Rhys-“ Cassian started, his voice shaking.

“Go take care of your family brother. I’ll see you on the other side.” Rhys told him, a lump forming in Cassian’s throat. Tears welled up in Nesta’s eyes. Her gaze locking with Rhys’s.

“Make sure that niece of mine is safe, sister.” Rhys said making her tears slip, pain hitting hard. As Cassian raced them into the house leaving a piece of their family behind to weather the storm.

Cassian’s heart slammed in his chest, heart thumping and palms sweating as his pregnant mate writhed underneath him. Clutching onto his leathers as she leaned her head to his chest muffling her scream of pain. He hated seeing her in so much pain.

Everything was a blur as Cassian threw the door open, Gwyn standing up, alert and in full attention as Cassian placed Nesta on the bed. Elain moved to her side in a whirl of pink fabric resting on the floor as she clutched Nesta’s hand. Helping her bare her breast for when the baby arrived.

“Cassian. The baby-“ She panted out, Elain putting a cloth on her head. “I feel-“ a grunt came out of her as she squeezed Elain’s hand. Emerie taking her other as Gwyn prepped everything.

Cassian lifted Nesta’s dress, and stilled, his eyes meeting Nesta’s. His lips parting.

“Cassian?” Elain asked.

“The baby, She’s-She’s crowning,” Cassian confirmed, his eyes locking with Nesta’s. Understanding in her eyes as her head hit the pillow her breathing labored.

“Okay.” Nesta breathed. A sob escaping from her lips, a scream erupting from her throat.

“Nesta. Nesta, you can do this. I need you to start pushing.” Cassian instructed. Nesta gritted her teeth. Her hand squeezing Elain’s and Emerie’s. As she did what her body told her too and pushed. Her sobs of pain filling the room. Hitting Cassian deep. But he had to concentrate. Had to focus on their baby.

Nesta gasped, tears spilling down her eyes.

“Good job Nes. You’re doing so good. “ Cassian assured her. “Just a couple more pushes and our daughter will be here.”

Nesta sobbed. Her teeth clenched, her body tensing.

“I can’t-I can’t.” Nesta sobbed, her cries ringing out. “I can’t do this. It hurts, it hurts,”

Cassian’s heart broke at the sound of her sobs, her pain. Had heard how truly painful birth was. She moaned out. Elain rubbing at Nesta’s arm assuring her. He knew what he had to do.

“I’m in awe of you.” Cassian breathed. Nesta’s eyes locked with his. “You never fail to amaze me. Ever since we first met, I’ve always been in awe of you. You are the strongest women I know. So I need you to be strong rig he now. For her. I need you to push.”

Nesta inhaled and exhaled, her chest heaving.

“She’s not safe Cassian. Not safe.” Nesta cried,

“The world is full of dangers Nesta. But she has us to keep her safe. She has our family and friends. And even if she experiences some bad things we’ll be there to help her through it. We’ll give her the life she deserves, will carve a place out for her in this world filled with all the things we wanted for her. The things we were never given, but that life isn’t going to happen if you don’t push,”

Tears fell from her face, she nodded. Taking a deep breath as she grasped Elain’s hand. Cassian got the baby into position reminding himself that he’d have to be extra careful due to the baby’s wings.

“Her wings are next, mate, I’m not going to lie to you. This one will be extremely painful.”

A scream erupted from her throat, deep set sobs as Nesta pushed Cassian being careful do his daughter’s wings before Cassian instructed her to push one last time. Somewhere in the distance Cassian heard the faint sound of lightening as the rain poured on the windows. Nesta pushed one last time, her scream louder then Cassian ever heard it before he gazed upon Nesta’s face. The look on it like nothing Cassian had ever seen.

Her chest heaved, tears of happiness springing from her eyes. He’d always remember that look on her face, the look of the purest form of love illuminating her features. Making her more radiant than he had ever seen her as the world stilled.

Cassian would always remember this moment when he felt her move in his arms, a loud pitched wail catching his attention as he looked down upon his daughter’s face. Her battle cry filling his ears making it one of the loveliest sounds he had ever heard.

The pain had been excruciating. Nesta had never in her life felt anything like it, but all the pain in the world had been worth it the first time she saw her daughter’s face. Her battle cry loud enough to wake whoever was near as she flailed in Cassian’s arms. The two loves of her life meeting each other for the first time. Nesta would always remember that look on his face when he had seen her for the first time. Their little warrior had finally arrived.

Gwyn made her way to Cassian, he turned towards her cautious and wary. His fae senses in over drive. She knew the feeling. She handed him something and Cassian nodded a sign of thanks to her as he cut their baby’s cord like Madja had showed him how, checking to see if everything was in order as Gwyn helped him clean her off and swaddle her in Cassian’s old baby blanket. Elain checked on Nesta making sure everything was alright with her, but Nesta couldn’t hear her . Couldn’t hear anything except her daughter’s cries.

As Cassian headed towards her, the bundle in his arms moving as soft whines filled the room as Cassian kneeled down, Elain moving out of the way as Cassian placed their daughter on Nesta’s chest. Her arms going around her as she let her tears of joy fall.

Her daughter glanced up at her, her blue eyes meeting Nesta’s as she latched onto Nesta’s breast drinking deeply.Nesta’s finger going to her cheek touching it gently. Nesta glanced into her daughter’s eyes noticing some brown around her iris’s. No longer the Archeron blue-grey but a different type of blue altogether. Nesta traced her pointed ears next. Inherited from Nesta, but she looked so much like her father. With her light brown skin and her soft black hair, along with her wings which they had been careful to avoid while swaddling the baby. She was healthy. She was alright. And for once Nesta felt like everything in the world was right.

She glanced at Cassian, who climbed into the bed beside her, holding Nesta as their baby fed, his hand caressing their daughter’s hair as their baby girl looked at both of them. Her eyes glancing at her mother and father. Her tiny fingers wrapping around one of Cassian’s.

“We’ll give you two a second.” Emerie smiled as her, Elain ,and Gwyn shuffled out of the room leaving Nesta and Cassian alone with their daughter. Who had now finished eating gazing at both Nesta and Cassian. A soft glow forming on her skin before it faded. As Nesta felt a little relief from her pain flow through her. Not much, she was still a long way from recovery, but she was still grateful.

Cassian’s face was now covered in tears as Nesta wove one of her hands around his.

“Thank you.” She whispered, he knew what she was talking about even if she didn’t say it.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He breathed pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Did you want to hold her?” She asked.

A grin broke over Cassian’s face as Nesta shifted the baby over to Cassian’s arms, careful to support her head. As Cassian’s radiant smile grew, his eyes shone with love of a different sort.

“Hello little warrior, We’re so happy to finally meet you.” Cassian cooed pressing a kiss to her forehead making Nesta’s heart soft.

Cassian looked at Nesta. Grasping her hand as he knelt on the floor one knee propped up as he held the baby in his other arm. Nesta wondered what was going on.

“I promise to protect you and your mother until my dying breath. I promise to give you the life that I never had. I promise to make sure you never spent a moment hungry, cold, or alone. I promise to never make you feel unwanted. You are my little warrior. Your mother’s love and our beautiful Daughter . And we will protect you always from those who attempt to harm you.” Cassian vowed. Pressing his forehead to the baby’s as Nesta’s own tears leaked from her eyes.

“No harm.” She whispered. His eyes locked with hers.

“No harm.” He promised as they gazed upon their daughter together. Taking a moment to appreciate this moment with their daughter before Cassian checked on the others.

“We’ll be fine.” Nesta replied.”Just make sure our family comes home.”

Cassian nodded placing a kiss to the baby’s and Nesta’s forehead before going towards the door.

“Cassian.” She called out, his hand on the handle.

“Use Atarxia. It’ll let you.” She told him. Their baby safe in Nesta’s arm, eyes now closed.

As Cassian nodded grabbing the sword, the one that could slay Gods as his eyes locked with Nesta.

“I love you.” He said to both of them.

“We love you too.” Nesta breathed as a look of determination and devotion passed over Cassian’s face and he set off to tear a God apart.

Something didn’t feel right as Nesta glanced down at her daughter whose cries had picked up once more. Taking a deep breath, Nesta climbed out of the bed holding her daughter close as pain radiated through her. Making it difficult to stand as Gwyn came in helping her back down. Madja, who looked like she had been through hell and back walked in.

“How? The barriers-“ Nesta began.

“Have been taken down.” Madja confirmed.

“Madja, are you alright?” Nesta asked. Madja nodded aggravation filling her features.

“He only put me under a sleep spell until the baby was born . I made my way here as soon as I could though I didn’t have to help out the others first.”

“Are they-“ Nesta began to ask, but Madja answered.

“A couple of bumps and bruises, but they’re all fine and eager to see you. But I requested to check you and the baby out first.”

Nesta nodded relaxing slightly as Madja checked over the baby. Her daughter wailing somewhat as she did so, not appreciating being woken up from her slumber. Before Madja returned her back to Nesta’s arms.

“I’m going to sew you back up, you’ll of course need stitches and to forgo any strenuous activity for four to six weeks depending on your fae healing” she instructed, Nesta wincing slightly as Madja sewed her back up. “It looks like there’s no excessive tearing. Your mate did a good job with the delivery. You’ll be able to have more babies in the future.”

The baby mewled softly, clinging onto her mother’s dress.

“Has she fed?” Madja asked, Nesta nodded.

“She didn’t have a problem latching on.”

“Good. It looks like everything is in order here.” Madja said patting her knee. “Enjoy your time with you little one Nesta. They don’t stay this way for long.”

Nesta looked at Madja squeezing her hand.

“Thank you for everything.” She whispered.

“It was my pleasure.” She stated making her way to the door and saying. “You can come in now”

The first face she saw was Feyre’s. Rhys, Azriel, Elain, and Cassian who looked as if someone had punched him in the face came in. Nesta cried in relief as Feyre clasped a hand over her mouth. A couple of bruises and minor cuts on her baby sister, but she was safe. They all were safe.

Feyre went to Nesta’s side, looking down at her niece fondly. But Nesta had to know.

“Kosheci?” She asked, Feyre’s face twisted in regret.

“He disappeared. We’re not sure where he went but he’s not in Velaris anymore. He was growing too weak and when Cassian showed up with Atarxia it was as if Kosheci could sense the death magic flowing through it and he left our mother’s cousin’s body. Nesta, she’s-“

Dread filled her that Kosheci was still out there somewhere. But she knew he wouldn’t be s threat for much longer.

“I know she’s dead.” Nesta said. Her baby’s eyes shifted to hers. As Cassian grasped her hand looking down at their baby. “We’ll see him again. Maybe in another year and at that point I’ll be stronger, and I will show him no mercy.”

Nesta’s gaze caught Cassian. A promise marked. Kosheci himself had said that Nesta was the only one who could release him. But that also meant she was one of the few who could defeat him too. And she would, by whatever means necessary.

“The house isn’t safe for us right now.” Nesta said as Feyre’s gaze caught hers,

“You can stay with us at the river house if you think it’s not safe, we can-“

Nesta looked at Cassian again. “We need to protect her, no matter how hard it is.” Cassian saw the decision in her eyes and nodded.

“Nesta-what are you talking about?” Feyre asked, Rhys seemed to understand.

“They have a house in Windhaven, Feyre darling.” Rhys said everyone’s eyes going to Nesta. “She’d be surrounded by warriors. Illyrian and Valkyries as well.”

“She’d be safe here too.” Feyre interjected.

“It’s Nesta and Cassian’s decision to make, mate.” Rhys told her, wet hot tears in Feyre’s eyes. As Nesta’s hand squeezed Feyre’s drawing her attention back to her.

“You have protected me for so long Feyre, let me protect my family how I see fit. Let me protect my child, let me train with other warriors and get stronger. I’ll still come to Velaris. Let her see her aunts and uncles, but I need to embrace every part of me. For her I have to.” Feyre nodded understanding on her features as the bed warmed, the house telling her that it understood as well.

“You’ll always have a place here.” Feyre whispered as Nesta hugged her tighter. She looked towards Rhys.

“I can persuade someone to take temporary ownership of the store for when you return.” Rhys promised,”Your position there will always be when you return and I’ll send you weekly progress reports.” Rhys said Nesta nodded.

“Thank you.”

“I’ll stay here and make sure the house is kept up for you.” Elain said. As Nesta glanced at her.

“Elain, you don’t have to-“

“I want to. Besides it’ll be kind of nice to have a place to myself for once.” Elain smiled. “You take care of our niece.and we’ll make sure Velaris stays safe for her return.” She said placing a hand on Feyre’s shoulder.

“And I’ll ensure that she’s practicing with the magic that she has.” A voice said as Amren breezed into the room, “that is if you still want to resume your lessons.” Amren said Nesta nodded.

“As soon as I’m healed I’ll gladly start working on my magic again.” Nesta glanced down at her daughter, “I think someday she’ll need you to help too.” She looked at Amren understanding in her eyes, Amren had been a God. No matter the strained relationship between her and Amren, Amren would gladly teach her and her daughter as long as they put the work in.

“Then I’ll be seeing you girl.” Amren promised.

“And we’ll be in Windhaven as well watching over them.” Mor reminded them slipping her hand in Emerie’s. Nyx in her arms.

“You had your baby, Aunt Nes?” He asked sleepily.

“Yeah buddy. I did.” She smiled,

“Told you she’d be Aunt Nesta’s birthday present mom.” Nyx commented making everyone laugh as Nesta held her daughter close, her eyes looking around the room at all the new faces.

“That she was.” Feyre smiled.

“I think she was my favorite part of the day.” Nesta’s smile widened looking down at her daughter, “it surely was a birthday I’ll always remember. Now it’s our birthday.”

Cassian’s smile widened. Pulling Nesta close, still in awe over their daughter.

“What’s her name?” Feyre asked.

Nesta exchanged a look with Cassian. His hands clasping with hers.

“Her name is Melody Roxana Archeron.” Nesta announced. The name sounding perfect for her daughter on her lips.

Feyre smiled. “It’s beautiful Nesta.” She spoke through her tears. Cassian looked down at them. Pride on his face.

Nesta placed a kiss on Melody’s forehead, her daughters cooes like music to her ears, that it was. Because when she had heard her daughter’s heartbeat for the first time and put it within the Symphonia, she had become Nesta and Cassian’s favorite Melody, the music between their two souls. And there surrounded by their friends and family, Nesta knew that nothing in this world would ever change that.

Gazing upon her daughter’s face, Nesta took one last look around their home promising that they’d come back someday as Nesta placed her hand on the walls. Tears springing in her eyes.

“Thank you for being there for me these past couple of years.” Nesta whispered, the house sending heat into her palm. “I promise we’ll come back as soon as she’s safe and Koscheci is no longer out there.”

The house’s lights flickered. Her baby whimpered softly gripping the blanket Nesta had wrapped her in. As She heard Cassian’s footfalls down the stairs suitcases in hand. Their house in Illyria already taken care of as their family had spent all week moving their stuff in and out of their newest home.

“Are we all set?” Cassian asked as Nesta gazed down at Melody. Her heart filling more full then it ever had been, her life feeling complete.

“Almost.” She stated gazing upon Cassian’s face. Their bond more powerful then before. “What was that thing you did for her when she was first born, those promises?” She asked Melody wiggling in her arms. Eyes widening at the sight of her father as he caressed her cheek.

“It’s a warrior’s vow. Something that warriors do when they have children. It could be filled with any promise that the warrior wishes for their child. I-I wanted her to have one.” Cassian explained. Nesta looked at him as if she had never seen him before. A smile caressing her face. As she looked down at Melody. Listening to the song that was within her heart.

“Can a mother do one too?” Nesta asked. Looking back up at Cassian.

“Of course. You are a Valkyrie after all.” Cassian answered as Nesta took Cassian’s hand kneeling down on her knee as he had. Looking into her daughter’s eyes. The world seeing to fade away as she held the two people she loved most in this world close.

“I promise to protect you and my father until my dying breath. I promise to show you the beauty within this world even if it doesn’t seem like there is any. I promise to help you accept every part of yourself even when it’s hard. I promise to be there for you when you need me and to wipe away your tears. You are my life, the song within my heart, and the joy I thought I would never have again. You are out little warrior. The one we’ll die to protect until we can’t anymore. You are my love. Ever since I first heard your heart beating. You are our Melody. And we will love you until the very end. This I promise you.” Nesta swore kissing the top of Melody’s head, her daughter grasping onto the necklace. As Nesta’s and Cassian’s tears fell.

Nesta rose, Cassian’s eyes meeting hers as they kissed the world theirs even if just for a moment.

“Are you ready to go, mate?” Cassian asked as they made their way to the door, their daughter in Nesta’s arms as she took one last look at the House that had become a home. Promising to come back once again as she grasped her Mate’s hand. Finger intertwining with his knowing that home would always forever be where he was.

“I’m ready.” She whispered, holding Melody in her arms as they began the next part of their journey.

Chapter Text

Three Months Later

His lips moved down to her collarbone, gently caressing her throat with his kisses as she leaned into him, her hands traveling down the confides of his chest as her legs parted making room for him as he-

A loud wail captured Nesta's attention as she sat down the newest novel that Emerie had lent her last week, stretching out her arms and legs and adjusting the loose bun she had hastily thrown her hair into that morning and made her way to where Melody had been resting in her basinet, scooping her into her arms as her daughter looked up at her with tears in her Hazel-Blue eyes.

"Is someone hungry?" Nesta cooed. If she had calculated it correctly it was Melody's feeding time.

Sticking her fist in her mouth, Melody sucked on it as Nesta took her over to the couch she had been laying on throwing a burping cloth over her shoulder and taking out her breast as Melody latched onto it, Nesta running a gentle hand through her daughter's soft black hair as she drank.

The door opened as Nesta's head wiped towards it's direction and Cassian, who was covered in mud and newly formed bruises stepped through the door, eyes locking with Nesta's as Melody finished, Nesta sitting her up in a position so she could burp her, gently patting her on her back as she pulled up her dress and rose from the couch,

"How are my two favorite girls doing?" Cassian asked careful to avoid touching the both of them until he washed up.

"She actually let me get some sleep this afternoon. We took a nice long nap, didn't we baby girl?" Nesta replied giving Melody a kiss to the cheek as a small smile formed on Melody's face.

"I'm glad to hear that you got sleep today, ever since she was born it doesn't seem like you get much." Cassian commented, a frown crossing his face. "You know I can watch her for a couple hours so you can get some real sleep."

Panic ran through Nesta at the thought of leaving Melody alone, it had been that way ever since her birth. It wasn't that she didn't trust Cassian with Melody. He was a Gods sent these past few months when she was too tired to keep her eyes open, when he would change dirty diapers, and soothe Melody as she cried when Nesta couldn't. When he would tell her stories to help her sleep and Nesta never had to worry about a warm meal even when she protested for Cassian to let her help. He would always tell her that he wanted to do things to show her that he cared, that they were both in this together. It was just that Nesta's fear sometimes got the better of her.

Cassian's face fell as if he sensed the shift within her. "Give me twenty minutes to shower and then we can talk about it." Cassian replied going towards the bathroom and shutting the door before Nesta could answer.

Melody babbled catching Nesta's attention as she looked down Melody grabbing the front of her dress and gnawing on it. Nesta looked down at her sighing as she sat back down on the couch leaning back as Melody rested on her chest looking up at her with her hazel-blue eyes, looking at her with that wonder that most newborns had. Snuggling closer on Nesta's chest as she yawned. Nesta ran her fingers through her soft black hair as Melody fought sleep. but in the end ended up shutting her eyes as Nesta sat there listening carefully to her breaths. Making sure she was alright. That she was always safe and happy.

The bathroom door opened quietly as Nesta glanced at Cassian taking in his naked torso, the combination of his scars and tattoos as the towel hung from his waist. Nesta didn't want to think about her appearance at the moment. She knew it didn't matter to Cassian but...

Cassian looked at her up and down, his gaze heated letting her know that he still found her every bit as desirable as when they first met, a wicked grin crossing his features before he headed into the bedroom to dress. When he reemerged from the bedroom in a casual pair of clothes, he gently sat down beside Nesta watching Melody with careful eyes as Nesta looked over at him. He tucked a loose strand of her hair that had fallen out of her messy bun behind her ear as her gaze flickered to his lips wanting nothing more than to taste his lips. He leaned in pressing a kiss to her cheek as she inhaled his scent leaning her head onto his shoulder.

"How about we made a compromise?" Cassian inquired making Nesta's brows furrow looking up at him. Their baby still sleeping.

"What do you mean?" Nesta asked shifting slightly careful not to wake Melody.

"I can watch her for forty five minutes while you shower and get dressed for tonight." He suggested as Nesta lifted an eyebrow up in question.

"What's tonight?" Nesta asked trying to search her memory. It had been a hectic couple of weeks and Nesta hadn't always been the best at remembering things these past few months.

Cassian's eyebrows rose before understanding took over his features knowing that days tended to blend together thanks to the lack of sleep.

"It's opening night of..."

Realization hit Nesta as a small gasp escaped her lips amazed that she didn't wake Melody up from her sleep. She was quite the heavy sleeper for a three month old.

"Shi-Shoot, I spaced on the fact that it's opening night for Mor and Emerie's restaurant. How could I be so stupid? I am the worst friend." Nesta groaned putting one hand to her face.

Cassian placed one hand on her head stroking her hair.

"You're not a horrible friend, you're a new mother trying to figure out a new routine." Cassian assured her scooping Melody off her chest and holding her close, his hands soothing her back careful to avoid her wings. as she snuggled closer to him. "Go ahead and go take a shower mate. Take all the time you need. We'll be here when you get back." He smiled looking down at their daughter, love in his eyes. He really was a great father.

Taking a deep breath, she pressed a kiss to Cassian's lips tasting him as he leaned in, his hand pressing against her cheek as he placed his forehead against hers. She pressed a kiss to her daughter's cheek, a smile forming on Nesta's lips.

"I'll try not to take too long." She whispered. sitting up off the couch and heading towards the bathroom. as she undid her messy bun hooping into the shower trying to take her time working out the kinks in her hair, wincing slightly. It had been a day or two since she brushed it out. Grabbing the soap, she gentle scrubbed her body wincing slightly when she washed her breast traveling down to her stomach fingers tracing her stretch marks as she washed the rest of her body trying her best to relax. To not see danger lurking in every corner, but it was hard when Kosheci was still out there.

He had not visited her in her nightmares nor made any new attempts to attack the night court. It was as if he were lying in wait. Waiting for the precise time to strike. Perhaps when they finally felt like they could breath again. When they finally felt as if they were safe enough to return to Velaris. She hated the consistent fear. Hated that every time Feyre and Elain visited it was as if Melody didn’t know them. Would only feel comfortable with the people she saw everyday holding her. It broke Nesta’s heart every time to see. Knowing that she had made the choice of Melody being away from her aunts. Even if it was to keep her baby girl safe. It had been espicially hard on Nyx’s. Feyre having to explain that Melody may take time to recognize all of them.

Tilting her head back, Nesta inhaled letting some of her tears wash away in the spray of the shower water at the thought promising herself that it wouldn’t always be that way. That one day she could take Melody back to Velaris and they would all have that time. It wasn’t like her life in Illyria had been bad either. Besides a few mishaps here and there she had found a small group of people that made her feel at home here.

Emerie and Serenity had been the biggest at help. Emerie keeping Melody company at the shop sometimes as Nesta worked the counter or Serenity holding Melody for brief moments as Nesta went to the bathroom. She would also bring the twins over so Melody had babies around her age to interact with. Even Balthazar had volunteered to help out with Melody when Cassian would take her for a couple hours. Nesta was truly grateful for them. They even had plans to have dinner with Balthazar and Serenity later in the week. A double date Serenity had suggested so Nesta could test the waters of others watching Melody for a while so her and Cassian could keep up their intimidate moments. She still wasn’t sure if she was ready for that yet much to her own dismay.

Madja had given her the go ahead earlier in the week saying she was good to go when it came to being intimate with her mate again. But said she didn’t have to rush into it. Some mother’s took time to readjust to everything. She consistently had to remind herself of this.

Sighing, Nesta finished her shower wrapping up her hair in a towel and placing another towel on her body. Walking out of the bathroom so she could check on Cassian and Melody.

Melody, still asleep on Cassian’s chest, looked happy and content as Cassian rubbed her back up and down, a smile on his face, content to just sit there with his child in his arms, their baby so small against Cassian’s broad chest. Her tiny baby hairs sticking up from sleep, Nesta made a mental note to brush her daughters hair before they left.

Nesta took a tentative step forward careful not to interrupt this moment between father and daughter as the floorboard creaked, Nesta mentally cursing as Cassian’s head turned toward her, drinking her in.

“Do you want to join us?” Cassian asked patting the seat next to him. Careful to hold their baby in a way that would support her head.

“Trust me I wish we could curl up on the couch, but I really should get her and I dressed for tonight.” She commented moving towards them,

“I can get her ready.” Cassian replied standing up. Nesta tilted her head. A small smile playing on her lips.

“How about we make a compromise?” Nesta inquired. Cassian moved closer placing one hand on her hip.

“What kind of compromise?” He asked pulling her closer. It was hard to resist him when he was this close. That’s when she hears it the soft whine that came from Melody as Cassian sniffed loudly looking down. Yep. Right on schedule.

“You can change her diaper while I get dressed and then we can discuss her outfit for tonight.” Nesta said with a wink pulling away from him as a mischievous grin formed on his face.

“Wicked women.” He mused as she walked to their bedroom peeping her head out.

“And you love it.” She grinned closing the door but not before hearing.

“That I do.”

When Nesta reemerged in a simple black wrap gown, the necklace Cassian had given her for solstice dangling from her neck, her hair comb adorning her hair as she made her way to Melody's room where Cassian was trying to make Melody laugh, her diaper now changed as Nesta scanned her outfits picking two options and laying them down beside Melody. Nesta and Cassian had made a system that whatever Melody gravitated towards first would be what they dressed her in.

Melody's hazel-Blue eyes gravitated towards the lavender purple gown embellished with butterflies that Elain had picked out for her gripping it in her hand as Nesta's smile grew, Cassian shrugged.

"One of these days she'll go with the outfit that isn't purple." Cassian sighed, but his smile deceived him as Nesta picked Melody up and dressed her as Cassian searched her drawers for her socks and a pair of shoes she wouldn't toss off her feet. Once she was dressed, Nesta packed her baby bag full of extra diapers and birthing clothes going over the list to make sure she had everything with Cassian. He rubbed her back leaning in to kiss her cheek as she held Melody close.

"I can take her if you want to give your arms a rest." Cassian suggested, his chest pressed to her back as she turned around, his arms entwining her waist.

"I'm alright, but thank you for offering." She smiled as Cassian took the baby bag from her slugging it over his shoulder.

"Then at least let me lighten the load." He offered, Nesta gave him a thankful smile as they left for opening night.

The opening was in full swing when Nesta and Cassian arrived, Melody on Nesta's hip taking in all the string lights on the roof, her eyes full of wonder as she tried to reach up to grab one. Nesta smiled pointing up to one, Melody's eyes focusing on what her mother was pointing out until a familiar voice rang out from across the room making her way over to them in a whirlwind of red lace as Emerie followedbeh behind her. Mor scooped Melody in her arms, her smile growing fond as Melody looked at her mother than to Mor giving her a lop sided smile.

"Don't you look beautiful in your dress, Little songbird." Mor cooed. Mor had given Melody the nickname Little songbird after Cassian had told her that during the harder nights, when sleeping had seemed difficult for Melody, one of the very few things that would help her fall asleep was her mother's singing voice lulling her into sleep. And Mor had been using it ever since. Melody seemed quite fond of the nickname on top of her usual nickname little warrior.

Melody squirmed in Mor's arms, she usually didn't care for other people besides Cassian or Nesta holding her. She would tolerate it for a while until she became fussy. Cassian sighed turning to Mor.

"Alright Mor, I think you hogged my baby for long enough." Cassian joked, taking back Melody as Mor leaned into Emerie. Emere's arms folding around her.

"The place looks beautiful." Nesta started looking around at the restraunt. At the place Mor and Emerie had worked to hard to bring to life. She was proud of her friend, how far she had come to achieve her goals.Nesta looked down at her daughter hoping one day to inspire and encourage her to do the same thing.

"I'm just happy my wife has an eye for design." Emerie replied with a wink giving Mor a kiss on the cheek. "Who knows maybe she could make a career out of it."

"If she does, I'll be one of the first to request her services." A cool voice spoke, they turned to see Rhysand who was holding Feyre's hand, Nyx clinging to her. It had been a while since he had been in Illyria and to Nesta's knowledge, Nyx hated being in new places. With Cassian holding Melody in his arms, Nesta was free to take a step forward and hug her sister and nephew.

"It's good to finally see you." Nesta whispered. She had to admit that despite Nesta and Feyre not having the best relationship in the past, she had missed her youngest sister. Even if she was a bit too nosy for her own good sometimes.

"It's good to see you too." Feyre said back pulling away slightly. "How are you holding up?"

Her eyes drifted to where Cassian and Rhysand now were, Rhys now holding his niece as him and Cassian caught up, it had been a while since they both had seen each other.

"I'm managing," Nesta replied. "Some days are better than others, but I feel like I won't get some actual rest until-"

"Until Koschei is defeated." Feyre supplied as Nesta nodded.

"Mom, can I go see Uncle Cass?" Nyx asked.

"Just be careful." Feyre warned setting him down.

"I will." He smiled making his way towards his dad and Cassian as Nesta sighed.

"He's really missed having you two around." Feyre said

"I know it's been hard-on everyone." Nesta finished. Nyx was now being held by Cassian. Melody still in Rhys's arms. appearing calm for the moment.

"We understand that you did what you thought was best. Are you sure you don't want to come back to Velaris? We can help you. You and Cassian don't have to protect Melody alone. We can help you. Up the security and make sure someone is in your house at all times. You'll be safe. She'll be safe."

Nesta turned to her sister meeting her eyes.

"No where is truly safe where Kosheci is concerned and I do not mean to offend you, but for the moment she's safe here. Koschei has infiltrated Verlaris once. I can't risk her safety again. I won't. No matter how much it hurts. I promised that she would always come first, and that's a promise I intend to keep until I draw my last breath."

"I understand." Feyre replied. "I understand that you'll do what you have to to keep her safe. Just know that you'll always have a place in Velaris and we won't stop until we find a way to bring the three of you home. I promise you that. And you know how I am about keeping my promises." Feyre swore, a smile crossing Nesta's face.

Nesta opened her mouth to speak again, but a loud pitched cry drew her attention, her eyes shooting towards where Cassian was. Melody had started to cry in Rhys's arms. Nesta made to go towards them to help Cassian out, her babies cries latching on to an instinctual part of her as a shadow caught her vision and Azriel appeared stepping out of them, Gwyn by his side. Gwyn's smile illuminated her face at the sight of Nesta as she threw her arms around her sister in arms.

"Oh Nesta, I've missed you!" She exclaimed.

"I've missed you too." Nesta tensed slightly still hearing her babies cries. What was taking them so long to calm her? Was it time for her to feed already?

"Allow me." Azriel suggested to Nesta giving her a smile, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder before making his way over to Cassian and Rhysand. Tears still in Melody's eyes as Azriel stopped his shadows swirling around Rhys catching Melody's attention as she reached out to them. A giggle escaping from her lips. Her daughter momentarily distracted making Nesta ease up slightly returning her attention back to Feyre and Gwyn. Her eyes going around the room seeing everybody except-

"Did Elain not come with you?" Nesta asked looking around for her other sister. Mor and Emeire now excitedly talking to Amren and Varian.

"No, ugh, She's coming with her date tonight." Feyre answered. Nesta's eyebrows rose.

"A date?" She inquired. the subject peaking her interest. Gwyn had made her way over to Emerie telling Nesta that they would catch up after she was done talking to her sister.

Before Feyre could answer, the door opened and Elain breezed in looking beautiful in a pale pink dress with none other than Lucien on her arm. Nesta didn't know why she didn't guess it was Lucien that Feyre had been talking about. She knew Elain and Lucien were grown closer. She just didn't know how close.

"Are they-?" Nesta started, but Feyre already knew what she was going to ask.

"Elain told him she wouldn't accept the bond. Not yet. She wanted him to court her first. Test the waters, so far it's going quite well and Lucien is actually enjoying taking her out on dates. Getting to know her. She's even spending some time over in the human lands with him, Vassa, and Jurian."

Nesta tensed at the mention of the human lands. Eyes shooting towards Feyre.

"She's not going to that lake is she?" Nesta asked. Keeping her voice calm. The last thing she wanted was Elain putting her life in danger. Especially not since fate had made it clear that the only one who could kill Koschei was her.

"No, but her and Lucien are trying to find out more about our situation with Koschei in the human lands. Hopefully our lead actually takes us somewhere this time."

"You'll keep me informed?" Nesta asked.

"Of course. No more secrets." Feyre promised, Nesta nodded as Elain and Lucien stopped in front of them, Elain pulling her into a hug. She looked beautiful as always. She always had.

“You’re here.” Elain gushed squeezing Nesta tightly, Lucien standing by her side a smirk crossing his lips as Nesta gave him the side eye.

“Well I do live in Illyria now.” Nesta told her. Elain pulled away taking a look around the restaurant. Her eyes wide with amazement,

“They really have done a wonderful job with the place.” Elain observed. Her eyes focusing back on Nesta.

“How is that beautiful niece of mine?” She asked. Clasping her hands together. Always eager to see Melody when she was around.

“Happy and healthy. That’s all I can ask for. And she’s finally starting to sleep through the night.” Nesta replied eyes glancing over to the boys. Azriel was now holding her. His shadows still keeping her entertained. Her eyes lighting up as she tried to catch them.

Elain’s eyes traveled over to where Nesta was glancing at, her smile widening at the sight.

“I knew that dress would be a good choice when you told me her current obsession was the color purple.” Elain mused slipping her hand in Lucien’s.

“She did gravitate towards it first, Cassian is trying to get her interested in other colors to no avail.” Nesta smirked.

“Well everyone has a color preference.” Elain supplied.

“Maybe I should redecorate her room.” Nesta said thinking about it. There was nothing wrong with her current room, but she also didn’t want to redecorate it just in case Melody decided that she wanted to be obsessed with something different in the next couple of weeks. The only thing that had stayed consistent was her love of storms, the color purple, and of course singing.

“Is it still music themed?” Elain asked. Her head tilting to the side. Nesta nodded,

When her and Cassian had arrived in Illyria they had started by making their house feel like a home starting with their daughters room. It may not have been as beautiful as her room at the House of Wind, but Nesta did adore the music notes along the walls. The simplicity of it all.

“Nesta!” A voice called out as Serenity pulled her into a hug, her daughter Shiloh by her side, Balthazar hurried to catch up with her Kazmir clinging to him like a second skin. As his mother Florence walked alongside him using her cane for support.

“It’s good to see you too Serenity.” She said as Serenity turned to Elain extending her hand.

“Hi, I’m Serenity. Balthazar’s wife.” She told Elain as Elain shook her hand.

“Hi I’m Nesta’s sister, Elain.” She smiled. “And who is this?” She asked looking at Shiloh.

“This is my daughter Shiloh and Balthazar is holding her twin brother Kazmir.”

“Twins? I’ve heard they’re uncommon amongst fae.” Elain commented, Nesta knew that Elain hopes she didn’t come across as rude, but twins were a rarity amongst the fae.

“I guess I’m just one of the lucky ones.” Serenity smiled. Hugging Shiloh as she turned back to Nesta.

“Where’s your little warrior tonight?” She asked Shiloh pulling at her dress. Serenity looked down making sure she didn’t tear it.

“Her father has her right now.” Nesta stated pointing towards where others had gathered around the boys. A few of Cassian’s recruits and some new members of the junior Valkyrie’s, a group Emerie had suggested they start for the younger female recruits not yet out of their teen years, stood by him, waving at Melody and commenting on how pretty she looked to Cassian. Cassian beaming with their daughter in his arms soaking up all the attention.

“She really is the life of the party.” Balthazar commented slipping his free hand in Serenity’s. Looking at Nesta.

“It’s nice to see you out and about Nesta.” Balthazar started, his mother shooting him a look.

“You see her everyday, she is our neighbor after all. Hello, my dear.” She smiled.

“It’s good to see you Florence. You look amazing.” She complimented. The old woman rewarding her with a genuine smile. One that Balthazar stated was rare.

“You as well. Has those teas I’ve given you helped out any?” She asked eyes assessing Nesta.

“I’m still having trouble sleeping, but the mother’s milk is really helping out with the breast feeding, thank you for giving me some.”

“Any time dear. God knows it’s helped plenty of mother’s. But I do hope your sleep schedule gets back to normal. Have you talked with your healer about it?”

“She told me it’s nothing unusual, so I’m hoping it works itself out in a couple of weeks.”

“Here’s to hoping.” Florence said squeezing Nesta’s hand in reassurance. “Will you help me to the table, my dear boy?” Florence asked Balthazar.

“Of course mother. It was nice seeing you again Nesta. We’re still on for Friday right?”

In an attempt to work on balancing their lives Nesta and Cassian had planned to go on a double date with Balthazar and Serenity. Mor had eagerly accepted the responsibility of babysitting Melody for a couple of hours so they could have time alone, but Nesta was still having trouble with the thought of leaving Melody alone.

“Yeah, it’s still a plan.” Nesta confirmed as she made her final goodbyes. Elain and Lucien had already sat down next to Rhys and Feyre. Who now held Nyx in her arms as Azriel and Gwyn sat beside them.

Nesta’s eyes scanned the room trying to locate Melody and Cassian as a voice said from behind her.

“Witch.”

Nesta whirled around to see Devlon standing behind her, his wife Aspen clutching his hand looking at him, exasperated. An apologetic smile towards Nesta. Even after all These moths her and Devlon still hadn’t found a way to get along. Neither did her and Annika, but with Annika she ignored her and went about her own business helping Emerie out whenever she could. Nesta did the same.

“Devlon.” She replied. Voice cold. “Hello Aspen.”

“Hello Nesta.” She greeted her back trying to tug Devlon away, but Devlon stayed where he was.

“No witchling tonight?” Devlon asked. Nesta gritted her teeth, she knew even if she told Devlon not to call her daughter that he would disregard her decision like he usually did when his wife Aspen had told him that her daughter had a name and so did Nesta.

“Melody is with Cassian.” Nesta told him not willing to elaborate further. As if on cue, Cassian came over to them Melody in his arms. Her soft whimper starting to form on her lips. It was definitely time to feed her.

“Devlon. Aspen.” Cassian greeted about to tell Nesta when she took Melody out of Cassian’s arms holding her close to her chest as her daughter placed her head on it. Trying to find her food source.

“I’m going to go feed her.” Nesta told him, giving his cheek a kiss and giving Devlon a wary glance before making her way to a private corner of the room pulling her dress down as her daughter latched on. Her eyelids growing heavy.

“Socializing is a tough job isn’t it?” She cooed her fingers running through her daughter’s soft hair. “You did well out there. A lot better than mom does that’s for sure. I think you get your socialization skills from your dad. It’ll be a good thing when you’re older.”

Melody’s eyes looked up at her reaching her hand put as Nesta grasped it. Another loud whine to her left drew Nesta’s attention.

“Shush baby boy, it’s okay. I know you’re hungry, I know.” A female voice said the wails growing louder closer as an illyrian female materialized before her, her son, looking no more than six months old in her arms as her eyes shot towards Nesta, a blush settling across her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone was back here. I didn’t mean to interrupt you when you’re-“ the female started, she looked younger than Nesta. Possibly around her early twenties if Nesta had to guess.

“It’s alright.” Nesta assured her. Then looked at the still wailing child. “You can sit if you want. Feed him. She’s almost done anyway.” Nesta told her, Melody had begun slowing down, her eyelids drooping but now focused on the other baby in the females arms.

The female nodded sitting on the opposite side of the bench so she could feed her son. She looked around her bag frowning.

“I know I put your-oh did I forget it in the house, dammit. Sorry.” She looked towards Nesta rummaging in her baby’s bag for something.

Nesta picked up hers, using one hand to grab the extra burping rag that she always kept for this reason.

“I have an extra if you want to use it.” Nesta said holding out the rag. The woman looked at it grasping it with her fingers.

“Thank you.” She smiled readjusting her son. “How old is yours?” She asked looking towards Melody.

“Three months.” She replied holding Melody closer. Switching her position so she could burp her before she fell asleep on her. Melody whined not liking the interruption, wanting nothing more than to sleep. “And yours?”

“He just turned six months yesterday.” The woman replied, smiling down at her baby boy. His sandy brown hair a tossed of curls. “I’m Keava and this is my son, Malik.”

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Nesta and this is my daughter, Melody.”

Keava stiffened slightly, more out of surprise than anything else.

“Nesta. I’ve heard of you. You’re Cassian’s mate. And this is your daughter with him. You’re also the high lady’s sister.”

“That I am.” Nesta replied.

Before Keava could say anything further, Nesta bracing herself for whatever was to come, a voice she would recognize from anywhere spoke. His voice lower than she had ever heard it.

“What are you doing here?” Cassian asked. His face seeming to twist in anger. His eyes shifting back to Nesta than back to the other Keava.

Nesta rose from the bench she had been sitting on, Melody now asleep in her arms, looking at Cassian in confusion. She had only seen him this way with a few people and it was usually never a good thing. What did Cassian have against this woman and her child?

“Long time no see Cassian.” Keava replied, her voice cool. Nesta tensed.

“Nesta. Take the baby back with the others.” He said.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on.” Nesta replied, if they were in any sort of danger she would have to want the others.

“It’s a family thing.” Keava told her, her son now asleep in her arms, Nesta’s eyebrows rose. Family thing?

“Who are you?” Nesta asked turning towards the woman.

“What would you consider yourself Cassian, my great uncle or-“

“I’m nothing to you.” Cassian spat. “And I’m nothing to your father either. How many times do I have to tell you all that I want nothing to do with you? With anyone that bastard sired.” Cassian growled, his siphons flaring,

That’s when it clicked for Nesta. She had remembered that one day in the training ring three years back. Had remembered what Cassian had told her about his mother. About the person who had sired him. She remembered him mentioning that he had had a wife, had a family with that wife. Her stomach turned. Cassian had not mentioned that they were still alive. Had not mentioned that they were in illyria of all places.

“I see.” Keava said turning back to Nesta and handing her back the cloth. “It really was nice to meet you. I’m sorry for all the trouble.” She apologized and left without saying another word.

Nesta’s eyes lifted to Cassian. Opening her mouth to speak, but what could she really say? How did she even begin to approach this?

Cassian ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes and rubbing at his temple, no doubt trying to calm himself. She knew Keava had meant no harm. She seemed nice enough to Nesta. But with Cassian, she knew he had made up his mind about who was or wasn’t his family. He turned to her, hazel eyes gazing at her, sorrow in them for losing his temper. For exposing her to this.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She started. He let put a breath stepping closer to her taking their daughter in his arms.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, it’s been a while since I’ve seen any of them.” Cassian replied, rocking Melody back and forth.

“You don’t have to apologize. You got angry. It happens.” Nesta assured him pulling him close. Trying to think of what she could to comfort him. Maybe she should get Rhys. Or Azriel. Or Mor. They would know exactly how to-

Before she could pull away to get the others, his hand grasped hers stopping her.

“I’m fine. Truly. I was just caught off guard. Keava- she’s not a bad person. Her father-“ Cassian shrugged, “From what I heard he has his moments but for the most part he’s-decent. I just can’t stand to look at them without-without seeing his face. Keava’s father he-he looks so much like him that I can’t bare it.”

Nesta nodded squeezing his hand. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you have to go through this. That your mother-“

Cassian’s eyes lifted to her pulling her close.

“I’ll be okay. I always am. Let’s get back to the dinner. The other will be expecting us.” Cassian told her.

When they went out in the dining room, their family still sitting around a table and laughing with the exception of Emerie. Nesta glanced around seeing no sight of Keava and Malik. She wondered if it was the last time she would be seeing them, Had wondered how many times Cassian had ran into them. As of sensing her question Cassian answered.

“They don’t live in Windhaven. Keava and her father live in Ironcrest. She was probably here tonight with a friend, sometimes we cross paths, but I do my best to ignore her.”

“Did you know she was here tonight?” Nesta asked. He was still holding onto Melody. Her daughter sleeping peacefully in her fathers arms.

“I didn’t see her until I saw the both of you together. And I didn’t think rationally, I shouldn’t have lost my temper in front of Melody. What if she had been awake and had saw?”

“You’re doing your best. And that’s all we ever can do as parents. We’re not perfect. No matter how much we wish to be. There’s still a lot we have to work through, but truthfully are you okay?”

Cassian looked at her. Really looked at her, a sorrow so deep in his eyes that Nesta’s heart ached for him. She hated to see such pain on her mate’s face.

“When I see them-it stirs up something inside me. Reminds me of him. That I-“ Cassian struggled to get the words out, looking down at Melody. At the daughter they had created together. Had conceived in love. “ it reminds me that I hate every part of myself that is his. That he was a monster of the purest form. Reminds me of what I did when I finally found him-“

Nesta took a step towards him. Grasping his hand looking down at their daughter before she looked up at Cassian.

“You are nothing like him Cassian.” She assured him squeezing his hand. She knew his hurt was deep. Knew that it would always be a part of him. He looked at her. His eyes reading hers. His lips parting slightly.

“She’s right.” A smooth voice said as Cassian and Nesta turned their heads towards Azriel. She wondered how long he had been standing there. “I saw Keava come in, are you alright?”

Cassian nodded intertwining his hand with Nesta’s as he addressed Azriel.

“I will be.” He said looking at Nesta and Melody. “Let’s eat. I’m starving.” He said heading towards the table as Nesta went with him, hoping that Cassian would be alright.

Later that night, when Cassian and Nesta had left for the night saying their goodbyes to their families. Cassian put Melody to bed. Their daughter had slept through most of the dinner. Allowing Cassian and Nesta to make conversation, but she could still sense that haunted look in Cassian’s eyes. Could still feel his deep rooted pain through the bond.

As they climbed into their bed that night, Cassian had pulled Nesta closer burying his face on her neck, wanting her closer than he ever had before. Nesta had fallen asleep like that, in her mates arms.

Nesta had turned over in the middle of the night her hand meeting the cool mattress, sitting up, letting her eyes adjust to the dark sitting up to see Cassian was nowhere to be found.

Taking a deep breath, Nesta’s feet touched the cold floor pulling on her robe as she patted down the hall noticing a dim light coming from their daughter’s room.

Nesta made her way towards it, careful not to make too much noise as she opened the door slowly, Cassian was in the rocking chair, his wings carefully placed as he rocked Melody back and forth, their daughter on his chest as he rubbed her back, her thumb in her mouth.

“Hey.” She whispered. Shutting the door quietly. “I woke up and didn’t know where you were.”

Nesta stepped closer to the rocking chair, Cassian’s eyes lifted to Nesta.

“I heard her crying and decided to let you sleep.” Cassian answered.

“Was she hungry?” Nesta asked kneeling down beside him.

“No, just in need of a diaper change.” Cassian told her. Seeming like he was some place else.

Nesta placed her hand on his knee so he would look at her. His eyes locked with hers, she grasped his hand her other one running through her daughter’s hair. She looked so peaceful. Like everything in the world was right. How lovely a thing it was to not have the weight of the world on your shoulders to know peace and safety, to feel assured in the love your parents had for you. She hopes that Melody would always feel that way.

“When I was younger, I made myself a promise.” Cassian started. “I promised that when I grew up and met someone I could share my life and have children with that my children would never feel the way that I did growing up. Never know that pain I felt, the pain of feeling worthless, the pain of feeling unwanted. I never want that for her. Sometimes when I can’t soothe her cries, I feel like I failed her in some way. I know it’s going to take time. But- I want to show her that there is good in this world. But I’m terrified. Terrified that I won’t be able to keep my promise. That I’ll fail like I have so many times before.”

Nesta outstretched her arms as Cassian placed Melody within them not making a sound as her mother held her and she made her way onto Cassian’s lap. Cassian pulling her closer. As she placed her face in the crook of Cassian’s neck.

“The reason I can’t sleep that well at night is because I’m terrified. I’m so afraid all the time, I lay awake at night remembering that night, how terrified I was when I was in labor. How Koschei got to us so easily. If I failed her even before she was born than how can I expect to protect her for the rest of her life. I’m terrified that I’ll fail her like I’ve failed so many times, so believe me when I say that I know how you feel. Everyone tells you how terrifying being a parent is, but you don’t exactly believe it until you become one.” She confessed to him. Her heart aching at the sight of her child. He tilted her face up gazing into her eyes.

“You protected her as much as you could that night,” Cassian told her. “There was nothing more that you could have done,”

“That doesn’t stop the fear I feel that he’ll come back and try to hurt us again. To hurt you.” Nesta whispered.

“And we’ll be ready when he does. We’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that we’re ready, that’s why we’re here.”

Nesta nodded looking at him. “You are loved and you are wanted. I’m sorry that anyone has ever made you feel that way. I want to make sure you also never feel that way again. Because Melody and I will always love you, will always be your home when you need a place to land. It’s alright if you aren’t perfect, it’s alright if you want to show every part of you, I promise you we won’t break.” Nesta swore feeling her eyelids droop, feeling safe and protected and loved in Cassian’s arms, as he pressed a kiss to her lips. Her forehead, his hand soothing her hair as he looked down at his mate and child. Her heart feeling full.

“Thank you.” He told her.

“It’s not going to be easy, there’s a lot of stuff we still need to do.” She stated feeling sleep pull at her. Cassian continued to stroke her hair.

“And we’ll do them, but for right now sleep mate, I promise we’ll be here when you wake.” Cassian assured as Nesta fell asleep with her daughter in her arms, Cassian watching over the both of them making sure that the two loves of his life were safe.

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“Concentrate.” Amren snapped. As Nesta sighed. Opening one of her eyes. They were in the middle of her living room, her child’s whines feeling her ears as she made to sit up to go check on her. Amren held up a hand.

“Let me.” She told her getting up out of her own position as Nesta’s head snapped in her direction. Amren had never really asked to hold Melody before nor did she want to. As far as Amren went, she was complacent with children, but never wanted anything to do with them. This would be...interesting.

Holding Melody close, her daughter looking up at Amren in confusion, Amren turned back to Nesta.

“Why aren’t you concentrating?” She asked. Nesta tilting her head to the side.

“I’ve just never seen you hold a child before.” Nesta observed. Amren narrowing her gaze slightly. As Melody glanced at her jewelry momentarily distracted by its beauty. Nesta was surprised when a small smile played out on Amren’s face.

“I’ve been around for a long time girl. While I may not want any children of my own, I don’t mind helping others take care of theirs. Now focus. Unless you want to try one of the puzzles.”

“I’ll try the mediating again.” Nesta replied. They had been trying to have her mediate to realign with her powers once more to no avail. She knew they would keep at it until they reached her power.

Nesta closed her eyes trying to reach a part of herself where her magic lay dormant waiting for her to reawaken it. She swore it was just right there. She tried calling to it, coaxing it. Still it did not listen. Nesta sighed opening her eyes.

“It’s not working.” She told Amren. Who glanced down, contemplating.

“Try holding her and focusing on it.” Amren instructed. “Think of the babe inside your arms. The danger she’ll face of you don’t become one with your magic in time.”

Nesta looked at Melody. Hesitating.

“I don’t want to hurt her. What if my magic becomes something I can’t control?”

“I’ll place a protective barrier around her. She’ll be safe. At least try it. Latch onto that instinctual part of you that tells you to protect your young. We can start with that part of your magic and work our way up.”

Nesta breathed nodding. “Put her in her basinet. I don’t want her in harms way barrier spell or no.

Amren nodded placing the small child in her basinet chanting the words that spelled a barrier just in case. No harm. Nesta thought as she closes her eyes and tried again.

She thought of her daughter. Thought of the first time she heard her heartbeat, so strong within her. She remembered that fear, clawed at the part of herself that would always protect her baby girl no matter what the cost. Clawed at the part that had been terrified of Koschei, remembering the water rushing down her legs, the fear she felt that she would bring her child into a world where she was in immediate danger, latched onto the part of herself who had cried to Cassian that she couldn’t do it. The pain so excruciating and unbearable that she just wanted it to stop. But her daughter had been worth it. So she latched onto the pain, opened herself up to it, let herself feel the anger she felt that Koschei, her asshole of a sire, had made it to where Melody couldn’t be around the people who loved her the most. Had taken apart of Nesta that she could never get back. She would fight to give her daughter the life she deserved. The life Cassian and Nesta had promised her.

A small gasp escaped Amren’s lips as Nesta felt that silver fire. Smiling. It was small, but it was there. She opened her eyes, Amren looking at her in approval.

“That was a god start. I could feel your magic that time.” Amren smiled. Melody looked at her with wide eyes and toothless grin at Nesta reaching out her hand and immediately getting met with the barrier spell.

“What’s next?” She asked sitting up.

“Next you keep studying those books the priestess gives you. You can’t go against Koschei if you don’t even have the basics of your fae magic down.”

Nesta’s eyebrows lifted. “I manage.” Nesta told her getting immediately stoped by the barrier spell when she tried to pick Melody up.

“If that’s so, disspell the barrier.” Amren smirked.

“Clever.” Nesta mused searching her memory for any trace of the barrier spell. Remembering that there were many depending on the chant spoken, Nesta cursed she hadn’t been paying that close attention. Amren sighed.

“Remember the first lesson to knowing any time of magic is remembering the details and examining the situation.” Amren chanted the words, the barrier now down. “Next time listen to the enchantment. Koschei knows a lot of them.”

Amren picked Melody up out of her basinet handing her over to Nesta, who placed her on her left hip.

“Have you ever tried to winnow?” Amren asked suddenly. Nesta glanced at her.

“No. Why?”

“I want to begin lessons to teach you how to winnow. It’ll help you out in the long run against opponents. We can’t always rely on winged illyrian warriors to be there when we need to get out of somewhere.”

“But you can’t winnow.” Nesta reminded her, “Who’s going to teach me?”

“Feyre is still a little rusty on her winnowing, so it’ll have to be Rhys or Morrigan.”

Nesta contemplated this. “Mor may be a safer bet.” Nesta answered. She may not have as bad of a relationship with Rhys as she used to have, but they knew it was better to have space away from each other.

“Rhys would help you if you asked.” Amren said suddenly, Nesta looked at her warily.

“He already has enough on his plate. Besides Mor is already here in Illyria, I’ll ask her about it when I’m in the shop today.” Nesta replied. Amren nodded.

“Hopefully she’ll have time, she’s been rather busy lately with what's happening in the Court of Nightmares."

Nesta raised a brow while Amren silently cursed realizing that she had slipped up, revealed too much without meaning too.

"What happened?" She asked, her other hand on her hip.

"Keir is being difficult again. It happens so often it doesn't faze Mor or Rhysand anymore, but they still need to deal with it every once and a while. If Mor or Rhysand wish to tell you about it then they will. Until then focus on gathering your strength for the upcoming battle you'll be fighting. If you want to defeat Koschei. Make this world a better place for you baby girl then you need to put the work in. No one is going to do it for you."

Nesta nodded her understanding as she placed a book on the table, Nesta's eyes going towards it.

"What is this?" She asked, her fingers tracing over the ancient text.

"More history I'm afraid, but don't worry this time the subject may peak your interest. It's a book about the ancient Gods. Cassian tells me he tells Melody some of these stories to help her fall asleep. Perhaps something in here will peak your interest and you could read it to her. Perhaps you'll also find something in there that'll help you tap into your own power. Whatever the case I hope it helps."

Nesta pulled Amren into a hug, surprising the older fae female. "Thank you. I'll comb through it tonight and see what I find."

"Then I'll see you next week for our next lesson." Amren promised, her gaze drifting to Melody. "Goodbye, littlest one. Try not to give your mother too hard a time."

Melody gave her a toothless smile before Amren left leaving Nesta alone with her daughter until it was time to go to work.

Cassian felt the movement in his blood, in his veins as he practiced his maneuvers with the sword, the newest recruits watching him. Devlon keeping a close eye on him beside him. He wished Devlon would forgo watching him train the new recruits, would trust him enough to know that he knew what he was doing. But he shouldn't have expected any less from Devlon.

Getting into position once more, Devlon grunted, Cassian's eyes going to his as he sighed.

"What is it this time?" Cassian asked, annoyance in his voice at the interruption.

"The witch is here." Devlon sneered. A few chuckles answered him as Cassian gritted his teeth at the insult turning to see Nesta coming towards him with Melody in her arms. He searched his memory trying to remember if they had made plans for lunch today that he had forgotten.

"I'll be right back." Cassian told Devlon, looking at the recruits. "Go through the routine until I get back." He ordered making his way to Nesta.

"Hey." He breathed out wiping the sweat from his forehead . "I wasn't expecting you, what's going on?"

"Both the restaurant and the store are slammed today and I can't reasonably keep an eye on her with all the business coming in. I know you're in the middle of your training session. but can you please take her for a couple of hours while I give Emerie a hand?" Nesta asked bouncing Melody back and forth, his daughter whining. He could feel the glares from the recruits and Devlon on his back. A few snickers. He shot a glare towards them silencing them as he turned back to Nesta. fresh tears running down Melody's face as Nesta tried to soothe her. Seeing the wariness in his mate's face. He had been busy training the new recruits as of late and he knew Nesta had been keeping herself busy. Maybe pushing herself harder than she needed to. He knew the feeling. Had been throwing himself into training and finding that balance between the two like she was.

"I can take her." Cassian replied, taking Melody in his arms and rubbing her back. Her cries still persisted. "Has she been feed?" He asked, Nesta nodded.

"She ate an hour ago and I already burped her. She's been fussy all afternoon. I-" Nesta replied running a hand through her hair.

“It’s alright Nes. I’ll figure it out. Maybe she just wanted to see me.” Cassian smiled as Nesta sighed. His daughter still whining but her cries becoming softer.

He rubbed her back, careful to avoid her wings. As Nesta ran a hand through Melody’s hair.

“I have to get back, but thank you for taking over.” She told him leaning down to press a kiss to Melody’s cheek. “Be good for daddy, baby girl.” She smiled giving Cassian one last kiss before heading back to the shop.

He gazed down at Melody, her lip quivering slightly. Perhaps the males would have a few ideas. He knew a lot of them were fathers themselves. Cassian turned to them, Devlon crossing his arms as another male that Cassian knew by the name of Lennox spoke.

“I didn’t know it was being your daughter to work day. I would have not participated in today’s training if I knew we’d be babysitting.” Lennox sneered. A few males gave him a look, but Cassian knew how to handle this one.

“If you have a problem with a male taking responsibility and helping out with his child than you can add an extra lap and set to your exercises today.” Cassian growled out looking at the other recruits. “Does anyone else have anything to say.”

The males stayed silent. “Why aren’t you running then?” Cassian asked as the other Lennox included broke out in a brisk run. Devlon had stayed behind.

“Perhaps you should leave the witchling at home while training.” Devlon suggested, Cassian’s glared at him.

“Her mother is at work right now, she should t have to take care of our daughter twenty four seven.” Cassian growled out. He swore he could see a faint glow to Melody’s skin. Calm, he had to stay calm. The last thing he wanted was for Devlon to look upon his daughter as if she were unnatural. To throw harsh words about her like he had done him.

“A daughter needs her mother.” Devlon threw put testing the waters.

“A daughter needs her father just as much.” Cassian spat back. Melody hiccupped in his arms spit up falling on his arms as Devlon grimaced.

“Perhaps you should go home and take care of your witchling. The recruits need your undivided attention which you won’t be able to give of you’re too busy with the witchling.” Devlon remarked.

“Are you stating I can’t give simple instructions while watching my child?” Melody looked back and forth between the two of them. Hiccupping once more.

“I’m stating that there’s two of us here and I can take over so there are no distractions. Besides your baby just spat up again. She may be having a hard time digesting her mother’s milk today. You can talk to Lukius to see what can be done about that while you’re at it.”

Melody spat up again as Cassian pulled out a rag and cleaned her and the spit up on his arm off again.

"Who?" Cassian asked. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but Cassian couldn't remember where he heard it from.

Devlon raised an eyebrow shaking his head slightly.

"Lukuis is my brother in law. Aspen's brother. He's a healer for the children here. According to Jora, he's one of the best. He'll know what to do." Devlon replied. Cassian nearly kicked himself. Of course the name sounded familiar. He had talked with Aspen several times and she mentioned her brother a time or two in passing, but had never mentioned he was a healer.

"Thanks for the advice." Cassian said hoisting Melody up about to leave when Devlon called out to him.

"They don't listen to you because you don't take the time to try to get to know them." Devlon admitted surprising Cassian.

"What do you mean? I know them plenty." Cassian argued.

"And yet you forgot that Lukius is my brother in law. Do you even remember how many of these recruits have children just like you do? Do you even know half their names?" Devlon inquired, Cassian's temper flaring.

"Did you remember half of ours?" Cassian spat out, Devlon flinching as if Cassian had struck him looking as if he wished he did. "Devlon, I-"

"Don't. Just go play house with that witch of yours. I'll take care of the recruits."

Cassian loosened a breath walking away as Devlon went through a routine he had done with Cassian countless times. Cassian looked down at melody, his daughter looking up at him with her hazel blue eyes. Another hiccup coming from her lips as Cassian held her close.

"Let's get you to Lukuis." Cassian said.

When Cassian stepped into the healer's tent, a few healers he had seen throughout the years turned to him glancing over at him than at Melody. The woman he knew as Lenore stood up, her long braid swaying to the side as she looked over Cassian and Melody.

"I take it you're here to see Lukius?" Lenore asked wiping her hands off on a rag. The other went back to their work dutifully ignoring Cassian.

"Devlon told me to come see him, my daughter is fussy and she won't stop hiccupping, so I thought there would be no harm taking her here." Cassian admitted. Lenora nodded calling over her shoulder.

"Lukius! Someone is here to see you!" Lenora shouted as the healer Cassian assumed was Lukius stepped out His long black hair reaching mid back in an array of curls as his kind brown eyes traveled to Cassian and Melody.

"Why hello there sweetie, aren't you adorable. What's her name?" Lukius asked, his eyes locking with Cassian.

"Melody." Cassian answered as she hiccupped in response making Lukius chuckle.

"What a beautiful name. Well, Melody let's see what's going on. What are her symptoms?" he asked as Cassian listed them off Lukius listening intently before the tent flap opened and two men walked in, one cradling his arm as Leona moved to help him sitting him down as his friend looked over at Cassian, a look Cassian knew too well as he dutifully ignored it. A snicker escaping the man's lips as Lukius turned towards the man.

"Is something funny?" Lukius asked. eyes going towards the man as Melody looked up at the healer than Cassian who smiled at her. Noticing her golden light start up. Cassian's breath caught slightly. He had seen her do that with Madja sometimes him or Nesta, but not with anyone else. Perhaps it was a reaction to another healer.

The man straightened, a twisted grin forming on his face as he ignored Lukius and addressed Cassian directly.

"Shouldn't the babe's mother be taking care of her?" The man mocked. Cassian gritted his teeth. About to give the male a piece of his mind, when Lukius spoke up.

"Shouldn't you be minding your own business?" Lukius stated holding the man's stare, only gazing away to examine Melody.

"I'm just saying it's a mother's job to take care of her young, and the father's to provide. I don't see why her mother couldn't take her here is she wasn't feeling well."

"And I don't see what your problem is with a father taking care of his daughter. You don't know his situation, so do us and yourself a favor and keep your mouth shut or get out." Lukius warned. The male huffed taping his friends shoulder.

I can see why you would think so.” The man sneered “Let's take our business elsewhere." He said as they strode out of the tent, Lukius rolling his eyes. As Melody cooed grasping his fingers. Lukius smiled.

"I'm sorry you had to-" Cassian started.

"You don't have to apologize. I think it's just as important for father's to be taking care of their children as it is mother's. Is her mother-?"

"She's still in the picture. She's just at work right now." Cassian confided in him as Lukius handed Melody back to him.

"She ate too fast. She should be alright. You say your wife works?" He asked as relief set in to know that his daughter was alright.

"Yes. We both do." Cassian said, Melody kicked her feet grabbing one of them as Lukius asked.

"That's not a bad thing. Taking care of children can be hard. Is she your first?"

"Yes. She's our only child right now." Cassian confirmed.

"Any plans for future children?" Lukius asked wiping down his station.

"Sure. Someday I'd love to have more children, but I don't think it's going to happen for a while." Cassian replied. Lukius nodded.

"Understandable. How are you two holding up with all the changes happening?" He asked looking as if he was listening intently.

"We're managing. Some days are harder then others, but I think we're managing as best as we can."

"Well that's all you can do." Lukius assured him. "You also have to remind yourself to take time for you and your wife as well. Yes your daughter comes first, but it's also important to take times for yourself. For your relationship. It's alright to ask others for help as well."

"Thanks for the advice. And for checking on her."

"Anytime. It is my job after all."

"How long have you been a healer?" Cassian asked.

"A couple of years. I was one of the recruits at first, but then decided that life wasn't for me."

"How did your family take that decision?" Cassian asked bouncing his leg up and down gaining a toothless smile from Melody.

"As well as they could. Only my brother in law was apprehensive." Lukius admitted. Cassian grimaced slightly. It did sound like Devlon.

"I take it from your grimace that you know Devlon." Lukius claimed, a small smirk playing over his lips.

"He was the person who trained my brothers and I since birth. I know how...difficult he can be."

"You can say that." Lukius smirked. "I never did care what Devlon thought of me. As long as my sister is happy with him I tend to keep to my opinions to myself."

"I've heard how Devlon talks. You're now a saint in my eyes."

Lukius laughed. "Devlon talks a big game, but best believe that I could beat him in almost every challenge."

Cassian smirked. Not willing to argue.

“Dad?” A voice called out coming into the healer’s tent as a girl who looked no older than fourteen years old came inside. Her light brown hair reflecting off the sunlight as her green eyes shifted towards Lukius.She shut the tent flap and moved towards him and Lukius.

“Hey Amelia. What’s going on?” Lukius asked sitting up to give Amelia his undivided attention.

“A couple of my friends wanted to go down to the swimming hole tonight. I was wondering if I could go too.” Amelia asked folding her arms over her chest. She had probably expected her father to be alone. But as her eyes glanced at Melody she smiled giving her a little wave.

“What did your father say about it?” Lukius asked tilting his head. Amelia shifted slightly.

“I haven’t really asked him yet.” Amelia admitted hesitation in her voice.

“Well you know the rules, you either get approval from the both of us or you don’t go. End of discussion.” Lukius replied. Making Amelia sigh.

“But dad-he hardly lets me go out with my friends after a certain time.”

“It doesn’t mean you don’t ask. Now I see no problem with you going so long as you’re safe, but your father may feel differently about it. Go ask him. I promise you it won’t kill you.”

“Fine.” Amelia groaned her eyes flickering to Cassian and then straightened as she seemed to recognize who he was.

“You’re General Cassian-“

“That I am.” He smiled as Amelia’s eyes seemed to widen slightly.

“You’re Nesta Archeron’s mate. I’ve heard so much about her and her sisters. I’m always so nervous to go up and talk to her when I see her around.” Amelia gushed, a small blush settling across as she realized she had just blurted that all out.

“You know Nesta?” Cassian asked.

“Who doesn’t? She’s awesome. So are Gwyn and Emerie, the other girls talk a lot about the rite and how they participated in it. It gives a lot of us hope for the future. And oh God, I’m babbling. I’m sorry, you must have a ton of other things you need to do.”

“It’s quite alright.” Cassian assured her with a smile. He stood up Melody looking at him with sleepy eyes as she rubbed at them and leaned her head against his chest.

“I better get back. It was nice meeting you two.” Cassian said making his way towards the tent flap as Lukius called out causing him to turn.

“Me and a couple of other friends like to hike the trail on Saturday mornings and than go for breakfast afterwards. You and your mate are more than welcome to join us if you want to.”

“I’ll have to ask my mate if she wants to come, but I think I’d like that.”

Lukius smiled as Cassian left the tent wondering if he had just made a new friend.

Nesta caught her breath finally sitting down after so long of standing up as Emerie helped the last customer of the day locking up the shop after they left taking a look around the store and sighing.

“What a hectic day.” Emerie commented wiping the sweat from her brow, the summer heat feeling smoldering in the shop.

“At least it’s finally over.” Nesta stated, her bones aching all over. The sun looked to be setting in the horizon.

“Is it?” Emerie asked a knowing glimmer in her eyes. Nesta rose her brows.

“What are you up to?” Nesta asked as Emerie gestured for her to follow.

Nesta’s body complained at the thought of more movement, but followed Emerie anyway as they went downstairs to the basement of the shop and Nesta looked around her eyes widening in amazement at what she saw.

“You built a training rink?” Nesta asked. Emerie nodded.

“I’ve heard word of a few illyrian females who want to train and I know they’re hesitant to ask Devlon if they can train, so I thought that maybe one night a week I can help with their training. Maybe more if you or Gwyn wanted to teach a class. Just so they can have a safe space here in Illyria to train without anyone to bother them”

Nesta’s heart sparked with joy at the thought. At the thought of getting back into training and putting their training to good use to help others. It was why she wanted to start the Valkyrie in the first place. And maybe it was time for her to get back into it. To give her daughter a mother she could look up to.

“So what do you say Archeron, are you in?”

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Nesta wiped the sweat from her brow taking a deep breath as Cassian handed her a cup of water, she looked up at him taking it, nodding at him in thanks. Melody was inside the shop with Emerie and Mor being dotted on by the two, looking as if they were lost in an important conversation. A blush settled across Emerie's cheeks as Nesta turned her head around taking a drink of her water before laying down and taking a breather. Cassian laid down with her to enjoy their cool down exercises.

"Are you doing okay?" Cassian asked taking her hand in his, caressing it with his thumb, she closed her eyes allowing herself to feel the sensation of it. She nodded her head ensuring him that she was fine. That she had actually enjoyed getting back into the training with him. Like she had told her sisters, she needed every advantage she could get when it came to Koschei.

Nesta took in a deep breath looking towards the skies. A few Illyrians were flying up above. Practicing themselves if Nesta could guess. She looked at Cassian, his hazel eyes training on hers.

"What age were you when you first started flying?" She asked seeming to take him by surprise with the question.

"I was around four or five." Cassian answered throwing his arms around her as they gazed up off the sky. Nesta wondered how it was like to be able to fly. Sure she had flied with Cassian before. had felt that rush of wind in her hair, but she always wondered how it felt like to have that ability. To be able to take to the skies without having to ask.

"How old do you think our daughter will be when she flies?" She asked twirling her hair around her finger as Cassian's hand held hers.

"It varies. She may not be able to fly for a while, but when she's ready to learn we'll be there." Cassian assured pressing a kiss to her hair.

"Amren wants me to learn how to winnow." Nesta told him, he tilted his head to the side.

"Did you want to learn how to winnow?" He asked as he buried his face in her neck inhaling her scent. Her heart pounded at his closeness.

“I think it would be useful, I wouldn’t have to rely on others to get me places, even if I do enjoy flying with you.” Nesta mused resting her head against his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. His hands traveled up the curve of her spine. She relished in that touch. The feelings of his hands on her.

“We could go flying tonight. We don’t have to spend the entire evening at Serenity and Balthazar’s.” Cassian supplied.

Nesta looked at a cloud passing by biting her lip slightly as she contemplated the idea. She felt his hands wander. One hand placed firmly on her hip inching up the fabric of her shirt slightly. Her breath hitched, loving the sensation of his hand on her skin as he leaned in about to kiss her when a shrill cry broke out causing them to pull apart.

“It must be time for her feeding.” Nesta answered. Pulling herself up and offering Cassian her hand.

He slipped his hand in hers, she no doubt had a blush on her cheeks from where his hands had touched her. They hadn’t been...physically intimate in a while. Did...did he want to have sex that night? Nesta pulled down her shirt slightly. Was she ready to have sex again? To be that close to him?

As if reading her thoughts, Cassian placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

“You don’t have to worry about that, mate. I’m not going to pressure you or rush you into sex. You just had our baby three months ago. It’s alright if you need time. But in the mean time..” he smirked pulling her closer and inhaling her scent, “We can be intimate in other ways. Start off small and see how you feel afterwards.”

Nesta bit her lip, heat coursing through her body. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be intimate with Cassian, she wanted to. God she wanted to. But her desires, the fantasies she once had. They were shifting. Replaced with new fantasies. Fantasies she wasn’t sure how to share.

Cassian lifted her chin, a small growl escaping his lips.

“What are you thinking about?” Cassian purred.

Another loud whine. Nesta sighed stepping outside of his grasp as they moved towards the shop, stepping inside to where Melody was wailing in Mor’s arms. Her tears flowing.

Nesta took Melody from Mor, her daughter aiming for her chest, nuzzling her. Nesta looked at Mor.

“She’s hungry.”

“How can you tell?” Mor asked.

“I’ve learned her different whines.” She informed Mor sitting down and feeding her daughter. Her hand gripping onto Nesta’s shirt, bunching up the fabric.

Mor sat down next to her. " What is it like?"

"Breastfeeding?" Nesta asked, Mor shook her head.

"Being a mother."

Nesta looked down at her daughter. Thinking about the question.

"It's...terrifying. Exciting. Overwhelming. Tiring. But overall I love being her mom. I couldn't ask for a better daughter. Why do you ask?" Nesta replied smiling down at her daughter.

Before Mor could speak, Cassian came into the room going to Nesta and Melody and ran a hand over Melody's hair. Her eyes flickering towards him for a brief moment before going back to eating. Giving him a little grunt of acknowledgment.

"Are you sure you two will be alright tonight?" Cassian asked Mor as Melody finished.

"I'm sure me and Emerie can handle Melody for the night." Mor's eyes flickered to Nesta. "You left some of your milk in case she gets hungry right?"

Nesta nodded. "It's in the fridge."

Mor nodded as Nesta sat Melody up trying to get a burp out of her. She burped spitting up a little bit as Nesta cleaned her up handing her to Mor. Her eyes shifted to her mother, lip quivering slightly. Mor sat up, Emerie coming up behind her wrapping her hands around her waist.

"If anything happens-" Nesta started.

"You'll be the first to know." Mor assured her.

Cassian taking her hand as she leaned down to her daughter giving her a kiss on the head and Cassian did the same.

"Be good for your aunts, little warrior. We'll see you soon." Cassian cooed slipping his arms through Nesta’s as they walked out.

“That didn’t go too bad.” Cassian claimed as they walked further away from the house. It was a distance away from Balthazar’s.

Nesta nodded unsure of what to say before Cassian said.

“How do you feel about hiking?”

Nesta rose her eyebrows as she pondered this question.

“It depends on the day. Some days I don’t mind hikes and other times they’re exhausting. Why do you ask?”

“Have you ever heard of someone named Lukius?”

“Yes. He’s Aspen’s brother. He’ll come into the shop to say hi to me and Emerie once on a while. He even makes a few purchases if he needs something. But I don’t know him personally.Why do you ask?”

“Well, I met him yesterday and we got around to talking. And he invited us to go hiking sometime. And-what’s that smile for?” He asked as a smile spread across her face.

“I’m just glad you’re making friends here.”

“I have friends.” Cassian reminded her “Mor is here. Emerie is here.”

“Yes but it doesn’t mean that you can’t make other friends.”

“What about you?” He asked. “Have you made any new friends while we’ve been here?”

“I would like to think I’ve made a few, but I’ve always been content with my own company and most of my friends know I’m a new mom who is taking care of her child.”

Cassian turned pulling her close.

“And I’m sorry that hinges have been so hectic here. That I haven’t been taking care of you the way I should be.”

Nesta gazed up at him. “What do you mean by that?”

“Sometimes I feel like I’m not doing enough to take care of our child. Sometimes I see those dark circles underneath your eyes and that exhausted look on your face and think that I can be doing more.”

Nesta squeezed his hand. “You’re doing plenty. She’s only three months old. And as far as babies go, I think we lucked out with her. But don’t be so hard on yourself. Most parents go through what we’re going through.” She assured. His hand going to her face dipping his head down, his closeness intoxicating.

“So I’d be happy to go on that hike tomorrow. We could bring Melody. And if you want you can hold her or we can take turns.”

Cassian’s smile flashed. “Deal.”

The wafting scent of chicken and potatoes filled Nesta’s nose as Cassian rose his hand knocking on the door. Balthazar opened the door, a smile on his face as he embraced both Nesta and Cassian.

“You two made it.” Balthazar smiled waving them in. They followed him as Nesta looked around.

“Where are your mother and the twins?” She asked, they didn’t seem to be there.

“Mother had her card game tonight and took the twins with her. My mother’s friends adore the twins and she was more than willing to give the four of us privacy for the night. Who has Melody?” He asked grabbing a pitcher of water from the fridge and filling their glasses.

“Emerie and Mor do.” Nesta answered. A small laugh escaping Balthazar’s lips.

“That’s sure to be interesting when you get back home.”

Nesta fidgeted with her hands.

“Actually she’s spending the night with them.” Nesta admitted. They had both volunteered to take Melody for the night so Nesta and Cassian could get some much needed sleep. But perhaps she could find some way to contact Feyre through her daemati magic just to make sure things were okay.

“That must have been hard for you. God knows it was hard for Serenity.”

“It was the hardest challenge of my life.” Serenity confirmed looking at Nesta.

“Did the pumping go alright for you?” She asked.

“It was quite the experience, that’s for sure, but I believe I produced enough to get her through the night. She didn’t seem to have that much trouble with the bottle, but it’s not her favorite.”

Serenity nodded sitting down on the couch as Nesta joined her. Balthazar and Cassian went into the kitchen to talk about training.

“So how are you doing, truthfully?” Serenity asked, twirling the glass that was in her hands.

"Truthfully. I'm feeling-" Nesta searched her feelings. Her eyes flickered to Cassian praying to the Gods that he wasn't listening. "Like all my emotions are heightened lately. Sometimes I'm on cloud nine. I love being a mother. Love our home and my mate, but other times...Other times I miss Velaris. I miss my sisters. Yearn to go back to the house of wind. Her home she won't know until this is all over. Sometimes one of my sisters will hold her and she won't know who they are. It breaks my heart to see it."

Sympathy filled Serenity's gaze. "I'm sorry." She said grasping her hand and squeezing.

"And I know that it won't happen for a while. I've barely touched my magic today and I still have a long way to go. I just-"

"Want this to be over?"

Nesta nodded. "At least I wish that Koschei wasn't out there. Waiting in the shadows. Preparing to strike. I have Melody now-And we're not sure what he's capable of. If he hurts her-"

"Then we'll tear him apart." Serenity remarked. A promise in her voice.

"I appreciate that." Nesta told her.

Cassian and Balthazar strode into the living room, Cassian sat down beside Nesta throwing his arm over her shoulder and pulling her close.

"What are you ladies talking about?" Cassian smiled pressing a kiss in her hair.

"That's between us girls." Serenity answered flashing her teeth as Balthazar sat down next to her moving her hair to the side.

"Is the food ready?" Serenity asked him. His hand on her thigh.

Balthazar nodded. "We're just waiting for it to cool down."

"Thank God. I'm famished." She smiled leaning her head on his shoulder. Balthazar winced slightly. Catching Serenity's attention. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"I may have banged up my shoulder in training this morning. Nothing to be too concerned about."

"You should have spoke up. I could have helped you ice it." Serenity chased.

"It's nothing, but I appreciate the thought." Balthazar said pressing a kiss to her hair making her roll her eyes. Nesta smiled knowing the feeling.

"You are the most stubborn male I have ever met."

"You obviously haven't met Cassian then." Balthazar joked causing Nesta to chuckle. Cassian glanced at her.

"What? He's not wrong."

Cassian only gave her a wicked grin, a promise in that grin for later. Her heart raced at the thought as Cassian's gaze traveled down the length of her body. Thankfully Serenity and Balthazar were too busy noticing each other to notice them. The flush of Nesta's cheeks as Cassian looked at her. Really looked at her. She swore she could feel the wetness pooling between her legs at the heat of his stare. She crossed her legs breaking his stare. Remembering where they were.

"That chicken should be ready by now." Balthazar said as they headed towards the table. Cassian's hand brushing against hers. She took a deep breath calming her racing heart. Usually she could control her urges. but the animal wanted to come out to play. She glanced at his face, his beautiful wings.Later. Later she would let their hunger for each other devour her whole.

She sat down next to him at the table. Careful to avoid skin to skin contact. Settling her racing heart and thinking of other things to mask her scent.

Cassian and Balthazar started to talk about training and the new male recruits, Balthazar frowning when Cassian told him the exchange he had had with Devlon the previous day.

“They still aren’t respecting you??” Balthazar asked. Nesta’s blood boiled slightly. Cassian gritted his teeth slightly.

“It’s nothing I haven’t done before.” Cassian admitted sticking a potato in his mouth.

“Still, I see how hard you work to try to earn their respect.”

“It’s a process.” Cassian said. “But hopefully someday we’ll come to a compromise.”

Balthazar nodded understanding in his gaze. I think when it came to a goal, his and Cassian’s were quite common.

“Well hopefully you’ll accomplish it.” Serenity said looking to Nesta.

“How is your training going?” She asked, Serenity knew that Nesta was training again in both aspects of her life but didn’t know to what extent.

“Better than expected but I still have a long way to go. I may even take up winnowing at some point.” She told her. Serenity raised an eyebrow intrigued.

“Have you practiced it yet?” Serenity asked, her eyes lighting up.

“Not yet. Mor and I are supposed to start some time this week.”

“Are you nervous?” Serenity asked.

“I’m nervous that it won’t work. I’ll have to find another way of going about transportation if it doesn’t.” Nesta replied as Cassian lifted his brows. “You’re not always around and no matter how much I don’t mind walking, there must be more effective ways of getting around. That and if we do go to battle, which I hope we won’t, learning how to winnow would be useful.”

“That’s a good point.” Balthazar responded taking a sip of his tea. “There’s also other methods to battle, but knowing your advantages, strengths and weaknesses is a way to start.”

Nesta nodded. She knew her weaknesses. Had found ways to find a work around them. Even though she still had a long way to go.

“Has Cassian taught you some methods we use when it comes to flying?”

Cassian sent Balthazar a slight glare peaking Nesta’s interest.

“Those are too dangerous and risky to use, there’s no strategy in them and it’s used to teach children how to fly instead.”

Nest turned her full attention to Cassian now.

“Now you have to inform me seeing how we may have to use this method on our child.”

Serenity bit on her lip to stop the laugh from coming. What the hell was going on?

“It would be better if I showed you, we can do it tonight.” Cassian answered taking another bite of his food.

Nesta nodded unsure of what she had gotten herself into. But knew that she had to learn as much as she possibly could for her daughters sake, Cassian shouldn’t be the only one she could ask questions to. Nesta wanted to be informed as well.

When dinner was finished, Nesta hugged Serenity telling her she would see her tomorrow as they left Cassian’s hand slipped in Nesta’s stopping her for a moment.

“Did you mean what you said about wanting to know that method?” Cassian asked examining her.

Nesta nodded as Cassian looked to the skies.

“In that case. Hold on tight.” He answered pulling her to him as they launched up into the skies, Cassian holding her close until they reached one of the smaller mountain peaks.

When he set her down, Nesta gazed around the mountain looking at Cassian in question.

“How much do you trust me?” Cassian asked.

“I married you.” Nesta answered, Cassian chuckled slightly, his laugh flowing over her. This was one of the few times they were truly alone without others surrounding them.

“Have you ever done a trust fall?” Cassian asked.

“No.” She answered. “I’m not even sure what it is.”

“When our children are young and they’re learning how to fly, we do a trust fall. The ones learning his to fly will lunge off the cliff and a more experienced flyer will be there to catch them in case they don’t get the hang of it or if they get scared.” Cassian admitted her eyes widening.

“You mean to tell me that our daughter will have to do this? That Nyx will also have to do this?”

Cassian bit his lip. “Nyx has already...tried this.”

“Does-Does Feyre know about this?”

Cassian nodded. She gave Rhys the go ahead to teach Nyx this way.”

“Did you want our daughter to learn this way?”

“Melody has to learn at sometime Nes. And this is the safest way. I can assure you of that.”

Nesta was still unsure.

“Did you want me to show you? You can test it out and if you’re still unsure we can find another way to teach her.”

“You’re sure it’s safe?” Nesta asked trying not to glance down and see how high up they were.

“Yes. I'll always catch you when you fall Nes.”

A blush settled on her cheeks as she took a deep breath.

“Then let’s try it.”

Nesta watched Cassian, his beautiful wings flapping in the wind as she took a deep breath. Brave. She had to be brave and trust him or else this would never work.

Counting to three in her mind, using every bit of mind settling she could. Nesta lunged forward, picking up her pace, and gathering speed as she hurled herself off the cliff and plunged down in the depths below.

Adrenaline slammed into her as she continued to fall feeling the wind in her hair and the slamming of her heart. She felt a million other emotions, not knowing how long she had been that way before Cassian plunged down below using his wings to drive him forward as he grasped her hand and pulled her into the safety of his arms.

Nesta wasn’t sure why she did it, but a laugh escaped from her lips. Gods only knew how much of a mess her hair was or how fast her heart was pounding, but she had done it. She had faced this particular fear.

“That was-“ Nesta paused pondering. “Is that truly how it feels to fly?”

Cassian nodded as Nesta put her face in his neck to hide her smile.

“Now I understand why you love it so much.” Nesta mused her lips pressing to his neck gently trailing kisses along his neck and jawline. Cassian growled softly his grip tightening. Now that was the reaction she was looking for.

He stroked her hair, she lifted her head in response, their lips nearly brushing against each other. His lips parting.

“Cassian.” She whispered, her heart slamming in her chest at his closeness. He dipped his head down, tasting his name on her lips. Dipping his tongue into her mouth as he exploded the confides within it.

She moaned against him, earning a satisfied smile. As he hoisted her up further pressing her body to his. Aligning her up with him. She gasped slightly as he changed their positions, hoisting her up so her legs were now wrapped around his waist feeling his hardness against her heated warmth.

She threw her head back exposing her throat to him, he bit down on it, sinking his teeth in deep leaving his mark on her, sucking on her throat. She sank her nails in his shoulder pressing closer wanting nothing more than for him to be inside her. Her breaths came in heavy, she ached for him. And she knew he could smell it. That it was driving him wild. He clutched her closer hoisting her up with one arm whispering for her to hold on tight to him.

She clung to him as she felt him pull her dress down slightly exposing more of her chest. Her breast were still nestled in her dress, but she knew he was dragging it out. Knew he wanted her pleading for him. Dripping wet for him, so when they finally did join together, she'd be ready.

His chest heaved traveling down her neck, tasting her skin as he placed both hands on her again. Gathering up her skirts. She broke their kiss. Her eyes full of desire. His fire matching his own.

"Not here." She breathed. "I don't want-" She breathed. "People to see us."

"Alright." Cassian breathed. "Alright. Hold on tight."

She wasn't sure what he meant until he hoisted her up once more and flew them to their house. never letting go of her as he landed, she wrapped her legs around his middle, his lips going back to hers as he threw their door open working the zipper of her dress down, touching her bare skin underneath as the cool breeze brushed against her heated flesh.

"Bed or couch?" Cassian growled, her dress pooling on the floor. She couldn't think. Couldn't breath.

"Take me anywhere." She answered carefully removing his shirt. Careful not to snag his beautiful wings that she yearned to touch.

She felt her back hit the couch, her chest heaving as he hovered over her, her hands going to his leathers undoing the stays, looking up at him. Her eyes traveling down the length of his wings.

"You're glancing at my wings a lot today, Sweetheart." He drew the sweetheart out his breath tickling her ear as he pressed a kiss to her neck. Her breast aching for his touch.

Her eyes flickered to them once more. He extended them out wrapping her legs around his middle as he sat them up interlacing his hand with hers.

"I-"

"Did you want to touch them Nesta?" He rasped close to her ear nipping at her earlobe.

"Yes." She gasped out.

"The I want to be inside you when you do." His eyes traveled down her body moving slowly. "And you should know that if you do want to do wingplay than I may not be so gentle."

Nesta bit down hard on his neck earning a gasp from him. His nails digging into her flesh.

"Good, because I want you unleashed." She smirked as he brought her lips down to his picking up the pace hovering over him. Her hands on his shoulder. One of his fingers slipping into her underwear, running his finger down the wetness that had pooled there. She gasped slightly as that finger circled around her entrance. She panted wanting that finger to slip into her. But he kept circling, kept drawing her reaction out to tease her.

"Cass-"

"Tease me back Ness." He challenged. His wings in her sights.

She outstretched her arm gently running one of her fingers, Cassian inserted the one finger in her dripping middle moving it in and out. Her sighs of pleasure filling his ears as she matched his strokes running her finger down the length of his wings. He wrapped his wings around them. One of them stroking her back as he inserted another finger inside her. He pressed her to his chest as she rode his fingers using his shoulders to ride them. He looked like he was about to lose his control.

She grew bolder. Running her hand down a place she knew was the most sensitive. One she knew drove him wild. He grasped her laying her down on the couch, taking his fingers out of her. She whimpered slightly at the loss of his touch as he yanked her panties off spreading her legs as wide as he could, his eyes meeting hers. The question in his eyes as she nodded her confirmation.

He extended his wings out so she could continue stroking them as he feasted. Ready to devour her. To have her taste in his mouth. He placed her feet on his shoulders. Her toes on his wings as he bit the outside of her inner thigh. A gasp exploding from her lips before he ran his tongue up the center of her. His tongue circling the bundle of her nerves making her pants louder as she bit down to hold the moans that were trying to escape her mouth.

His intense hazel gaze met her as his tongue plunged into her. Curling inside her, fucking her with his tongue. She knew he would not be gentle with her. She rode his tongue. Her legs shaking with the force of the orgasm that was building within her.

"I want to hear you sweetheart." He purred. "Don't hide your pleasure from me."

Her eyes widened slightly. As he placed his mouth back on her, her eyes rolled back letting her moans escape her as she ran her feet down the length of his wings. He grasped her waist flipping them so they were in a sitting position as he slid between her legs, kneeling for her and placing her feet back on his shoulder leaning her back as he grasped her hips helping her ride his tongue. Making her cry out. Her pleasure intense. She threw her head back. Moaning out, not caring how loud she was. Cassian's eyes as smoldering as embers.

As her first orgasm tore through her lips feeling the most intense one she had ever had. Cassian squeezed here thighs gently. Her chest rising and falling, She needed him. Needed him to fuck her. To cum in her, fill every inch of her until she was soaking in him.

"Take me to our bed and fuck me senseless." She commanded.

Cassian smirked taking her over his shoulder. Her squealing with surprise as he smacked her ass carrying her to the bedroom placing her on the bed laying her down, his hands traveling down the length of her as he pulled his pants off exposing his beautifully massive cock pumping himself at the sight of her.

"You're beautiful." He assured her. "So fucking God damn beautiful that I thank the mother every day for you."

Nesta's chest heaved. She wanted him inside her. Her core was fucking drenched with her arousal for him.

"Cassian." She groaned. Watching him pump himself until he was nice and hard walking towards her running his fingers over her body until his fingers rested on her lips.

He got on the bed as she spread her legs for him. Cassian nestled himself between her legs wrapping them around him. Running his length up and down her folds. Soaking it with her wetness so he could slide in easier. Circling himself around her entrance, her muscles tightening in response. His heated gaze met hers.

"Did you take your contraceptive tea today?" He asked. running himself up and down her folds. the want becoming damn near unbearable.

"Yes." She gasped out.

"Good." He told her plunging deep into her making her cry out in sheer pleasure and bliss as he crashed his lips to hers pulling away to say. "Because I've been soaking our sheets for weeks with the thought of being inside you."

He thrusted harder than the first time she gasped.going deeper inside of her. She panted. Hoo king her arms around his neck.

“Cassian.”

He snickered leaning in close to her ear as he flipped them settling her on top of him whispering in her ear,

“I love the feel of you riding my cock.” He said to her. His hands roaming up her body. “I want to make sure you have your fill of me.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.” Nesta breathed out. “There’s not enough time in the world for me to have my fill of you.”

A wicked grin illuminated his beautiful face as his wings stroked the confides of her spine making her gasp out.

“Than take as much of me as you possibly can.”

An idea popped into her mind.

“Open up the bond.” She rasped.

Grasping her ass pulling her closer to him. She saw those golden strings of light flow. Moving across her skin. Embracing her. As she started to move on him, the golden strings of light opening up her to him. All that he was feeling, his pleasure mixing into hers. To the point where she didn’t know whose pleasure was whose.

He sat up, pulling her closer, grasping her hips so she could take him deeper. His nails sank into her flesh ranking down her back as she did the same to his.

He bit down on her neck, sucking on it, palming her breast. Careful not to add too much pressure. Their moans of pleasure filling the room.

His wings extended outward. She ran her hands over them. Stroking them in places that she hadn’t explored before. Cassian bucked up into her. To where her sceams of pleasure turned into sobs.

“I want you deeper. I want to feel you Cassian. Don’t be gentle with me. Please. ” Nesta cried out. Cassian’s eyes grew hungry her plea latching into some instinctual part of him as he put her on her hands and knees.

“Lift your ass higher.” He instructed pushing in until he was to the hilt. To where she felt his balls tickling her. He slammed into her. Twining his hand in her hair and pulling it back. She matched his strokes, his pace. Exhilarating on the feel of him inside her.

He relentlessly pounded into her. Gripping her ass. Smacking it with one hand as one remained in her hair. She loved it. Loved him and every way he took her. Every way he claimed her like she claimed him.

He encircled them in his wings, cocooning them as they grazed her sensitive breast. Coaxing her to come. To go with him.

Her sobs of pleasure echoed across the room.Possibly across the house. Her hands going down his wings making him moan out in response, embracing her holding her close. As she felt his orgasm leak into her, filling her as much as he could. Her own orgasm milking his cock. Her own release on him. As her body shook with the force of it and they both collapsed on the bed him pulling her close as she felt him spilling down her legs.

He stroked her hair, kissing the shell of her ear and behind it. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered. His hands exploring her body. “I love every part of you.”

She couldn’t help the doubt that settled into her, as she ran her hand over her stretch marks. He saw where her hands went. As he hugged her. Running his hands over them. “Especially those. They’re a reminder that you did some extraordinary. Don’t be ashamed of them.” He stated, Nesta’s heart filling full. Tears leaking out of her eyes as he wiped them away.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.” She whispered. “Will you make love to me again?”

He smiled. “Always.”

Chapter Text

Fresh mountain air caressed Cassian's hair as Melody looked around taking in all the nature surrounding them. her eyes wide as she kicked her feet thankfully secure in the baby carrier strapped to his chest, trying to grab her foot. Nesta smiled making silly faces at Melody making her smile as Cassian's own grew watching his wife and daughter, the love in Nesta's eyes. The joy in Melody's at the sight of her mom. His favorite sight.

"There's the happy family." Lukius smiled walking towards them and extending his arms. Amelia at his heels. Her eyes growing wide in shock at the sight of Nesta standing there. "You made it." He said hugging Cassian before hugging Nesta. Nesta really wasn't one who liked hugs, but she tolerated them at times.

“Well Cassian here was so excited to take our daughter on her first hike that there was no way I could say no.” Nesta smiled, Lukius laughed eyes flickering to Melody who was now kicking her legs at the sight of him.

“Well hello little one. I’m glad to see she’s feeling a lot better than the last time I saw her.” Lukius said, Cassian had already mentioned how him and Lukius met to Nesta.

“Yes, your suggestion did help tremendously. Thank you.” Nesta smiled as Amelia finally made it to his side. “And who is this?” Nesta asked gesturing to Amelia.

“Hi, I’m Amelia, I’m Lukius’s and Benjamin’s daughter. Foster obviously. Gosh sorry, I’m rambling. I’ve just heard so much about you. And I tend to get nervous at times.”

“It’s perfectly alright.” Nesta smiled shaking her hand in greeting. Cassian had informed her that sometimes after the war fellow Illyrians would either adopt or foster children of fallen soldiers who had no other place to go. Amelia had happened to be one of those cases.

"Starting without me?" Another voice asked as Cassian and Nesta turned towards it see a man with light brown skin move towards them using his cane for assistance as Cassian took in the scars that marred his face and the long black hair that flowed down to his back one side of it shaved as Lukius smiled at him.

"Just making conversation." Lukius smiled at him. teeth flashing in a dazzling smile, his brown eyes shining with love and affection for the man before him. looping his arm through his and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Besides I would never leave without you."

Benjamin rolled his eyes slightly, but couldn't help the smile that played over his face at Lukius's words.

"Did you bring your canteen and your hat in case it gets too hot?" He asked Amelia.

Amelia showed him both items =, he gave her an approving nod before extending out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Benjamin, Lukius's husband." He greeted them. Nesta shook his hand before Cassian shook it.

"It's nice to meet you." Nesta replied as Melody gave him a wave. "I'm Nesta."

"I know who you are. A lot of the Illyrians do." Benjamin replied looking over to Melody. "And what's her name?"

"This is Melody." Cassian announced holding her closer.

"I see you got stuck on baby duty." Benjamin joked. Cassian grinned.

"I don't mind. Besides nothing is better than some quality father-daughter time. Isn't that right, Little warrior?" He cooed at Melody, She gave him her toothless smile some drool spilling onto her face as Nesta wiped it away. Melody grasped her mother's finger looking at it with interest. Nesta curled her fingers around hers.

"It's definitely the best sort of time." Lukius mused.

"Lukius!" A familiar female voice shouted as Cassian turned back to see Aspen making her way towards them. Her smile illuminating her face as she spotted Nesta and Cassian. Her smile falling slightly. He knew that her and Nesta had been civil to each other, but it wasn't the same as it was before. "I didn't know you two were joining us today."

"I invited them." Lukius chimed in before Cassian or Nesta could speak. "Where is my dearest brother-in-law?"

"That's a way to put it." Amelia muttered under her breath, Benjamin giving her a sharp look. She dared to give one back to him as if saying 'It's not something everyone here doesn't already know' Cassian had a feeling she would get disciplined for it later.

She sighed tying her hair up into a ponytail before putting her hat on her head and crossing her arms looking at the sky up above.

"He's training some flying maneuvers today. Told me to send his love." Aspen answered sweetly, a semblance of sarcasm in her voice. Something only ones sister could get away with.

"How reassuring of him." Lukius answered back making his sister roll her eyes.

"You could at least pretend to like him you know. For my sake." She told him lifting up her chin, straightening her back, keeping her feet firm on the ground, and crossing her arms.

"You know we'll never like each other, right?" Lukius leveled with her. Her eyes shifted downward before flickering back up to him.

"I know you won't, but I love him and-" Aspen sighed. "Never mind, I wouldn't expect you to understand. Can we just go on this hike? I'm done talking about this."

A troubled look crossed over Nesta's face. A semblance of understanding in it. She knew what being the one people didn't like felt like. A pang of hurt and guilt hit Cassian's chest as he pulled Nesta closer. Trying to reassure her with his touch. Their daughter's skin illuminated as a short gasp fell from Aspen's lips. Lukius and Benjamin didn't seem to be bothered by his daughter's power. But Aspen, he wasn't so sure.

"I'm fine, my love." Nesta assured her, the glow from their daughter's skin fading from the confirmation.

"Wh-What was that?" Aspen asked, Cassian stopped himself for glaring. It was a fair question.

"It was her magic. Or rather the extent of her magic she has right now. Of course they'll get stronger and more detectable the older she gets." Cassian answered. Aspen gulped. Cassian hadn't informed her that his daughter had started doing this when Nesta was pregnant with her, she didn't need to know. Perhaps the strength of her power was the blood of the god's flowing in her veins. Cassian wasn't too sure himself. But he wouldn't let Aspen know that. Especially not when she could tell Devlon.

"What exactly is her magic?" Aspen asked. Lukius shooting her a look. Amelia wasn't too sure what exactly to do with the situation.

"Healing." Nesta answered not elaborating on their daughter's life magic. He didn't blame her. Not with the way Aspen's face had changed when she had seen Melody.

She looked over to Lukius. "Lukius doesn't do that and he's a healer." Aspen stated as Lukius stated.

"Every healer is different Aspen. And until she's older we won't know what type of healer she is." Lukius said as Nesta rose her eyebrows at that. Even Cassian seemed surprised by this statement.

"There's different types of healing magic?" Nesta asked. Lukius nodded.

"There's different kinds of healing magic, but there could also be other magics that are confused for healing magic. I can give you some resources if you're interested in more information."

"I'd like that." Nesta said. Lukius nodded as two other people headed up the path. A couple walking hand in hand. The women smiled at Lukius, her olive complexation glowing in the sun giving her skin a sun tanned effect as she pulled him into a hug. As the man she was with placed a hand along her waist pulling her closer . The man's amber eyes flickering towards Cassian extending out a dark brown hand in greeting.

"Hi I'm Elijah, but most people call me Eli, and this is my girlfriend, Yeona." Eli smiled. Yeona pulled away from Lukius extending her hand to Cassian noticing the freckles that covered her skin.

"Nice to meet you." Yeona smiled.

"Nice to meet you too." He said shaking both of their hands. "I'm Cassian, and this is my mate, Nesta."

"A mate you say." Eli said looking at Nesta and then Melody.

"Is this your daughter?" Yeona asked gesturing towards Melody, who glanced at her before sticking her fist in her mouth.

"She is." Cassian smiled pulling her closer.

"She's adorable." Yeona commented. "How old is she?"

"Three months." Nesta answered running her hand through Melody's jet black hair.

"Ah, a new mother. that must be exciting." Yeona stated.

"It does have it's moments." Nesta mused. Aspen looking at her, but then a half a second later turning away.

"Is this all of us?" She asked as Benjamin shook his head slightly. "We're still waiting for Amelia's boyfriend-"

"He's not my boyfriend dad. He's my friend who happens to be a boy." Amelia sighed looking to see if her friend was coming.

it was about five more minutes, before a boy around the age of fifteen rounded the corner racing for them, stopping by Amelia as he tried to catch his breath.

"Hey Lia! Sorry I'm late, I was helping my little sister with her chores."

"It's no problem. I'm just glad you could make it." Amelia stated blushing slightly. seeming at a loss for words.

"It's nice to see you again Sebastian." Lukkius greeted him as Amelia opened her mouth.

"Dad you know he goes by Seb."

"I'm cool with it." Seb said to her running his hand through his curly black hair as Lukkius straightened.

"Alright. Now that everyone is here, let's get this party started.

Nesta climbed the mountain with great vigor trying to keep peace with Lukkius and Cassian as Aspen walked by her side in silence. Nesta had no clue if she should speak to her or just leave it be. She knew that her and Aspen hadn't been the greatest of friends, but she didn't think that defending her husband would result in them not talking. She even avoided her in practices with the Valkyrie and at the restaurant. But she at least had to try. If Aspen still didn't want to talk to her then she couldn't help that.

"How have you been?" She asked taking Aspen by surprise.

"Surviving like we all are." She answered avoiding a huge rock that was in the path. Amelia and Sebastian talking about a celestial event that Sebastian had witnessed the other night as Benjamin joined the conversation every now and then.

"Can we actually talk?" Nesta asked as Aspen stopped in her tracks gesturing for the others to move forward. Yeona and Eli were farther down the path taking a leisurely stroll, lost in their own world.

"What is it you want to talk about?" Aspen asked.

"We don't have to not talk because there's some tension between Devlon and Cassian."

Aspen rose one of her brows.

"Devlon and Cassian have had problems since before we were married to them. That has nothing to do with it."

"I'm not going to apologize for getting upset about the insults your husband was throwing at me and my mate."

Aspen crossed her arms to her chest. "And I don't expect you too. Just like I won't apologize for standing by my husband. He may not be the best man, I'll admit that, but he's helped me a lot more than anyone has ever known."

"Are you sure about that?" Nesta asked before she could stop the question.

"What business of it is yours? This is my marriage, not yours. Just do yourself a favor and mind your own business." Aspen asked hitching up her pack she had brought on her shoulder and walking away leaving Nesta alone.

Nesta exhaled knowing that she had no right to interfere in a person's marriage, no matter how she felt about the other person. She walked back up the path as Aspen caught up with Cassian and Lukkius, Cassian looked back to where Nesta was making her way up, gesturing for them to go ahead of him looking as if he was telling them that he would catch up with them later before making his way down to Nesta. Careful to watch his footing as he held Melody closer.

"Is everything alright?" Cassian asked as he interlaced his hands with Nesta's. He must have noticed something was off.

"Yeah. It's fine. I just-" Nesta paused. "I'm just not sure if Aspen and I will ever effectively communicate again."

Cassian's eyes softened. "It happens. Just give her time and if she doesn't come around then the friendship just wasn't meant to be." Cassian told her as Melody started to wail.

"I'm guessing it's lunch time." Cassian supplied as Nesta pulled her sling out of their bag before setting it on the ground. Cassian undid the straps to Melody's carrier as Nesta swaddled her in the sling so she could feed her as they continued walking. Careful to avoid any bumps on the trail.

"Did you want me to take her after your done?" Cassian asked as Nesta glanced down at her daughter.

"That's alright. You've been carrying her all morning. I don't mind taking care of her if you want to take a break."

Cassian nodded as Yeona and Eli caught up with them.

"Hey guys." Cassian smiled as Nesta continued feeding Melody feeling somewhat self conscious to be feeding her daughter around strangers. As if sensing her unease, Yeona said,

"It's alright we don't mind. I help Lukkius sometimes with the young mothers who don't have the money or resources for a healer, who just need help from time to time whether it be extra stuff for their babies or just someone to talk to. And Eli helps the Illyrian children who have lost their parents find a home. It's how he met Benjamin and we've been friends ever since. But I also get if you want privacy, after all this is a bonding moment between you and your child and we wouldn't want to disturb that."

"I'm sorry-" Nesta started, "I just don't feed her around-"

"We understand. You don't have to apologize. We're going to catch up with the others. We'll be stopping for lunch in fifteen if you two want to take a break as well." With that they took up off the cliff.

Nesta turned to Cassian. "I wish I was more comfortable with feeding her around others who weren't other mothers or people we knew."

Cassian rubbed her back pulling her closer.

"She's our baby, Nesta. It's your choice with what does and doesn't make you comfortable about breast feeding. Don't feel ashamed of it." Cassian told her pressing a kiss to her hair as they made their way up the path. Her daughter clinging to her dress as she finished as Nesta patted her back trying to burp her. Melody gave a loud burp making Cassian chuckle.

"Nice one, Little warrior." He smiled patting her back as she turned her head towards him before laying her head on her mother's chest, snuggling close to her as she fought sleep before giving in to her exhaustion. Nesta covered her from the harsh sunlight keeping her close before her and Cassian made their way towards the others who had now found a spot to settle for lunch.

Nesta and Cassian sat down beside the others careful not to wake Melody as Cassian pulled out the ham and cheese sandwiches he had made for himself and Nesta, handing her one.

“Thank you.” She smiled taking a bite out of her sandwich, savoring in the flavor as she took a drink out of their canteen.

They sat there listening to the others conversations for a while, when Cassian asked Lukius and Benjamin,

“How did you two meet?”

Lukius exchanged a look with Benjamin who nodded his approval to tell the story.

“You see we didn’t necessarily meet under the best of circumstances. It was around the time of the Battle of Hybern. They needed every healer that they could get their hands on, so I volunteered to help out. Benjamin has come in with severe wounds and-“ Lukius took a deep breath. “Most healers thought he wouldn’t make it. Thought he was a lost cause. There was something that during that time never let me give up faith that he would somehow survive.”

Benjamin squeezed his hand as Benjamin continued the story.

“I did eventually wake up. Lukius was the first person I saw. I woke up in extraordinary pain and Lukius helped me through it. Eased my pain only if it was slightly. One of the times I remarked how pretty his eyes were. He didn’t believe me of course and continued to work on mending my wounds. Three days later, he had returned to his normal duties, but I couldn’t get him out of my mind. How he would ask me to tell him stories to distract myself from the pain or how he would supply his own when I told him I would rather hear one of his. After I was allowed to leave, I found Lukius, and well we all knew how that worked out for us.” Benjamin smiled squeezing Lukius’s hand. A blush settled across Lukius’s cheeks.

“After we were married for a year or so, we decided we wanted to have a family.” Lukius continued who looked at Amelia. “We went to Eli’s shelter, and he introduced us to Amelia.”

Amelia smiled. “At first when they told me they wanted to foster me, maybe possibly adopt me, I didn’t believe them at first. Not many people wanted to take a chance on an older kid, but a week later I was going home with them. And it was the best feeling in the world…to know that I had a family again after losing my own.” Amelia admitted as she grasped both her dad’s hands.

“We do try our best.” Lukius answered making Nesta’s smile grow.

“How long have you been working at the shelter?” Nesta asked Eli.

“Five to six years.” He answered. “It can be difficult at times, to see so many kids who have lost their homes due to these tragedies, but then you see the joy in their faces, even if it’s the slightest bit, that someone cares about them enough to give them a home. That’s the best part of the job.” Eli told them as Yeona smiled at him. “Yeona also helps me counsel the kids at the shelter. When they’re there and after they find a home. She always follows up and makes sure that everything is going smoothly.”

Nesta listened in to their stories as they packed up their lunches about to set off again, Cassian sliding his hand into Nesta’s as they made to move before Mor materialized taking Nesta and Cassian by surprise..

“Mor, what-“ Cassian started as Mor looked up at them.

“It’s Rhys something has happened at the edge of Velaris. He needs both of you to come.”

After dropping Melody off at Emerie’s, Nesta giving her a kiss and promising that she would return to her soon, Nesta and Cassian took Mor’s hand as they winnowed to Rhys’s location.

Nesta nearly gasped at the sight of the man before her, his throat covered in blood, his eyes looking upward to the sky as Nesta clasped a hand to her mouth. His skin pale and eyes bloodshot. Nesta did not know the man. Could not tell if he was a citizen of Velaris or not, but the scene before her still made her stomach roll.

“Do-Do you know him?” Nesta asked. Rhys nodded.

“He’s one of the citizens of the Court of Nightmares from what I gather from his clothing.” He glanced over to Mor who nodded her confirmation, looking as if she were going to be sick herself.

“Do you think my-“ Mor started asking,

“I don’t think it’s Keir. Although we-I may have to talk to him. See if he knows anything about it. “ Rhysand said as he glanced towards Cassian. “I’m just questioning how he ended up at our borders.”

“Az and I could look into it.” Cassian suggested, Nesta glanced around,

“Feyre-“

“Is at the winter court attending to something else, but I will inform her of what has happened, she’s safe, I assure you. I was there myself, but when Mor informed me of this, I decided to come back.”

“If Keir did not do it-do you think Kosh-“ Cassian started making Nesta’s face pail. She hadn’t considered.

“Perhaps, but we won’t know for sure until we look more into it. I just want you two to be informed just in case it is Kosheci.”

Nesta nodded before glancing back at the man, her stomach plummeted.

“His-His throat was slashed just like-“ Nesta took in a deep breath as Cassian stepped closer to her pulling her close. “Just like Charlotte’s was.” She finished, Rhys’s eyes flashed in understanding.

“I’ll ask Devlon to up the surveillance in Windhaven. No matter how much he may not like us, he’d never allow anything to happen to those children.”

Nesta gave him a brief dip of her chin, looking to Cassian who face mirrored what she felt. A sinking pit in her stomach told her that this was just the begging and nothing in their lives would ever be the same again.

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The moon light illuminated Melody's room as Melody's soft cries drew Nesta's attention back to her. She had been fussy all night and Nesta didn't blame her. It was as if she could sense everything that was happening around her. Nesta rocked her back and forth in the rocking chair, her head tilting to the blank ceiling. She wondered if she should do anything with it.

"Your room back in Velaris had storm clouds on the ceiling." Nesta stated to her daughter. "You loved them when I was pregnant with you too."

Melody cries turned into wails, Nesta shifting her to where she was laying on Nesta, she had already been fed and changed. Nesta didn't know why, but tears started to prickle her own vision. Perhaps her own emotions were running high especially after what had occurred.

"One day we'll be back in Velaris and I'll show you our other house. I'm sure you'll love it there. I hope you love it there. I think the house will love you. You were born at that house, I hope one day that your siblings will also be born there. When the time is right that is."

"I think next time we'll have a boy." Cassian's voice said from the door frame, Nesta smirked slightly, rocking a still wailing Melody back and forth, her tiny hands flailing.

"I think we'll have another girl." Nesta told him, as Cassian went to the top of Melody's drawer grabbing something before making his way towards them handing her Melody's pacifier. She took it gingerly.

"I guess we'll figure out when the time comes." Cassian mused as Nesta gave Melody her pacifier. Soothing her as Nesta wiped away the remainder of her daughter's tears. Hating to see her daughter cry. The sight of it making her own tears come to the surface.

Cassian knelt down beside her wiping away her tears with his thumb. A hurt look crossing his face saddened by his mates cries.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He asked gently outstretching his hand so Melody could grasp his finger. She lifted her head up to her mother, a small smile crossed her face, her pacifier falling from her mouth landing in Nesta’s hand.

She placed it back in her mouth running her fingers through Melody’s soft hair. Her tiny wings flapping out as if she were trying to fly. At this point it seemed like her daughter would rather learn how to use her wings than to crawl or walk. She was like her father in that sense.

“What if coming here was a mistake? What if all our efforts to keep her safe from Kosheci fail?”

Cassian squeezed Nesta’s free hand.

“Then we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. We can’t predict the future Nes, but she’s here and she’s safe. Devlon has upped the patrols and for now that’s what we can do until we know what we’re dealing with.”

Nesta nodded wishing she could do more. She hated sitting dormant waiting to see what dangers awaited them next.

Cassian saw her distress leaning his forehead against hers.

“We will get through this and our daughter will be reunited with the rest of her family. No matter what it takes.” Cassian assured her. “How has the training with Amren been going?”

Nesta felt her frustration at herself coming back.

“I’m still not where we wish I could be, it’s like my powers are there right in my reach, but I can’t access them. It’s like-“

“Something is blocking you-“ Cassian finished, Nesta nodded.

That’s when a look of revelation crossed Cassian’s face.

“Oh my Gods. That’s it.”

Nesta gazed at him, confused. “What’s it?”

“The Mother.” He told her. Nesta felt her face draining of color. “You’re connected to her.”

Nesta’s eyebrows rose. “What does my connection with The Mother have to do with my powers being blocked?”

“You have a connection with her for a reason perhaps we can find a way to contact her so you can ask what you need to do to defeat Koschei.”

“What if she doesn’t have any ideas? What if we bother an all powerful being for no good reason?”

“Then at least we can say we tried.” Cassian said.

“How would we even begin to do that? I haven’t exactly figured out how to contact her, the last time I saw her was when I was using the death trove, and…” Nesta’s gaze flickered down to Melody. “I can not be around our daughter for a while if I use it. I have no idea what darkness would wash over me if I used it again. Or the lasting effects. I won’t put her in that sort of danger.”

“Perhaps we could find a way to contact her without the use of the trove. We are meeting with Rhys and the others in the morning perhaps there is another way.”

Nesta held Melody tighter looking down at her little girl. Her heart breaking at the idea of parting from her for even a single second.

“We will find a way, Nesta. I refuse to take you away from our daughter. She needs you. I need you. We will find a way to contact the mother and if we can’t without using the trove then we will find another solution besides her.”

Nesta nodded, her uncertainty in the air as Cassian pulled them both close. At first she expected silence, but then to her surprise Cassian started to sing a soft tune. She looked at him, surprised.

“You sing?” She asked, a soft laugh falling from his lips.

“Not very well, but I remember this lullaby from when I was a child. Rhys’s mother would sing it to us at times when we were upset.”

“It sounds lovely.” She whispered leaning her head to his chest as he stroked her hair and continued to sing the lullaby to his wife and child.

When the dawn broke on the horizon, Nesta stirred in Cassian's arms, his wings wrapped around them as Nesta heard a soft cry from Melody's room.

"I'll be back." Nesta told Cassian kissing the tip of his nose as she gently pulled up his wing and rolled out of bed heading towards her daughter's room.

Melody's baby babbles filled the room as her head turned to Nesta giving her a toothless smile while Nesta made her way to her crib, picking up her daughter and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Good morning, my love." Nesta told her, Melody looked down grasping onto Nesta's necklace making Nesta smile. She turned it over in her palm, showing it to Melody.

"Your daddy gave this to me for solstice, it has all out initials on it and one day when you're old enough, It'll be yours." Nesta promised her, tucking the necklace in between her breast and sitting down in the rocking chair and feeding her before the others got there.

"We should probably wake daddy up." Nesta told her sitting up as Melody's eyes flickered up to her, going back to eating.

Making her way to her and Cassian's bedroom, she opened the door, Cassian still sleeping in the bed as Melody finished her feeding, Nesta sitting her up and patting her on the back to burp her. She let out a big one as Nesta heard Cassian chuckle.

"Good one, Little Warrior." He told her looking at her and Nesta, his arms outstretched. Nesta handed Melody over to him, her little wings fluttering as Cassian smiled at her lifting her up into the air as a new sound flew from Melody's lips making Nesta smile.

"Her first laugh." Nesta smiled. Cassian's eyes lit up with pride.

"She'll be saying her first words before we know it." Cassian mused as Nesta sat beside them. Her heart filling full at the sight of the two people she loved more in the world.

"I'm barely holding onto my tears now at the sound of her laugh, I don't want to think of when she says her first word."

Cassian's lips curled in a smile, sitting up and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"I'll be right there with you." He whispered to her pressing a kiss to her lips.

A knock sounded at the front door, Cassian pulling away from the kiss as he stood up outstretching his hand as Nesta took it.

"Are you ready for this?" Cassian asked her, helping her up as Nesta ran her hand over Melody's hair.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"You want to what?" Feyre asked, her eyes wide, holding Melody in her arms as she tried to grasp onto Feyre's earrings. Feyre tilted her head to avoid Melody's grasp as Nyx cuddled closer to Nesta wanting to spend some time with his aunt. Nesta repeated herself.

"I want to find a way to get in contact with the mother."

Feyre looked over to Rhys whose hand rested on his chin. He sat up straighter.

"I haven't heard of many ways to contact the mother. However there might be someone in the Night court who might have the knowledge how."

Nesta's eyebrows rose in question. Rhysand elaborated.

"Perhaps the priestesses could be of assistance," Rhys suggested.

"I could ask Gwyn or Clotho if they know anything." Nesta told him. She looked at Cassian.

"I may have to take a trip to Velaris." She told him. Rhys's eyes flickered to Nesta.

"I can up the security in Velaris so you two could both be there. That is if you both are comfortable with it."

A look of hope crossed Feyre's face making her torn. She wanted nothing more than to visit, to show her daughter the city of stars. The place where she was supposed to grow up before this all had happened. Not that her time in Windhaven had been bad, but she did miss having her sisters close. She missed her nephew. She missed Gwyn and the priestesses. She never knew she would miss Velaris so much until she was away from it.

"Do you think it'll be safe?" She asked Cassian.

"It'll only be for an hour or two. If Rhys and Feyre have upped the security, I'm sure we'll be safe. And since we'll be at the library, the house will be on alert while we're there. "

Nesta looked to her daughter, whose fingers had enclosed over one of Feyre's. Perhaps letting her have one day of Velaris was exactly what they all needed.

"Then it's settled. We'll go tomorrow."

Later that night, Nesta sat down with Melody, looking up at the ceiling noticing something different about it as a smile crossed Nesta's face holding Melody closer, her daughter tilting her head up as a small smile crossed her face. Having no doubt that Feyre had put it there.

"Look Melody. Aunt Feyre painted you your own sky full of stars." She mused as her daughter cooed and Nesta rocked her to sleep underneath the stars.

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Home had always felt like a foreign concept to Nesta, but when her feet hit the soil of the House of Wind, Melody pressed firmly to her chest with her toothless smile illuminating her face and the look of pure joy in her eyes, Cassian behind them, Nesta had never felt more at home.

She adored their place in Windhaven. Had thought that the house they resided in was a good secondary home to raise Melody if they wanted to stay for a while. But it was no House of Wind.

Melody squealed in delight kicking her feet up as they reached the house. Nesta laid her hand upon it and it vibrated in delight. Flashing it’s lights at her in greeting.

“One of these days we should really give it a name.” Cassian mused taking his key out. Elain had been alerted to their arrival.

The house flickered it’s lights in approval at the suggestion. Nesta had never considered that perhaps the house had wanted to be named.She mentally added it on things she needed to do.

“I think the house likes that idea.” She said as they stepped through the threshold.

A orange butterfly that had come out of nowhere flew towards them landing on Melody’s nose as she giggled lifting her tiny hands in excitement. Cassian grinned from ear to ear.

“Butterflies. Who knew.” He stated extending his pointer finger out so the butterfly could crawl onto it. Melody giving him a toothless smile.

“A greeting from the house. I assume.”

“A symbol of soul and fire some would say.” A voice answered as Nesta turned around and pulled Elain into a hug careful to mind the baby.

“Oh I’ve missed you so much.” Nesta greeted her.

“I’ve missed you too. Things have been quite dull without you around.”

“Nesta pulled away slightly, “How has the house been treating you?”

“It’s been nothing but wonderful, it even helps me tend to the garden here when I need assistance.”

“It is rather helpful. Cassian was suggesting we should give the house a name.” She told her.

“Well here’s to hoping you find something fitting.” Elain answered as a coo was sent in her direction.

“Is that my favorite niece?” Elain cooed at Melody plucking her out of Nesta’s arms and cuddling her close. “You’ve gotten so big since I last saw you. Your Aunt Elain has so much planned for us to do while your mommy and daddy visit Aunt Gwyn. I’m going to show you the new and improved garden and we’ll make you your own flower crown and Auntie Elain will show you all the new dresses she got you.”

Cassian rose his brows at that. “New dresses? Don’t you think she already has enough dresses?”

Elain simply answered with “A lady can never have too many dresses.” Elain answered pressing a kiss to Melody’s cheek as she cooed at her all the way put to the garden.

“I think she’ll have the hardest time saying goodbye when we go back to Illyria.” Cassian stated. Nesta nodded in agreement as he offered his arm.

“Shall we?”

Clotho was grinning ear to ear when Nesta and Cassian arrived down in the library. Sending a paper to them in greeting.

“It’s nice to see you too Clotho.” Nesta told her making the priestess smile.

‘No little one.’

“She’s upstairs with Elain since she hasn’t seen her in a while.”

Clotho nodded.

‘Gwyn is on the second floor eagerly awaiting your arrival.’ Clotho answered as Nesta thanked her and they made their way to where Gwyn was looking through a stack of books.

When Gwyn’s teal eyes landed on Nesta, she sprung from her seat, a smile illuminating her face as she raced to where Gwyn was the two embracing.

“Gosh I’ve missed you around here.” Gwyn told her. Holding onto her tightly.

“No ones giving you trouble, are they?” Nesta asked. Gwyn shook her head in answer.

“No I’m just bored out of my skull. But Rhys told me you were looking for specific information about the mother so I pulled a few text from our archives so we can try to find what we’re looking for.”

She gestured to the table where twenty or so novels laid. Cassian sat in a chair as Nesta and Gwyn followed suit.

“Where should we start?” Cassian asked as Nesta’s eyes scanned the text. Until her eyes rested upon what one book that seemed to call to her.

Nesta snatched the book up opening it to the first page reaching into her senses, barely scratching the surface of that power of hers. She could still use a little bit but not much.

Gwyn and Cassian’s eyes fixed on her as her hands moved until they stopped resting upon a page that contained information about the mother. Gwyn gaped.

“How-How did you do that?” Gwyn asked,

“Sometimes certain text just call to me.”

“A useful skill.” Cassian muttered. Nesta nodded as her eyes looked down, processing the information on the page.

“She has a temple.” Nesta answered. Cassian’s eyebrows rose.

“She has multiple temples.” Gwyn explained showing Nesta several locations in the text, but only one called to her.

“But only one of them is where we need to go.”

Gwyn and Cassian focused on her. Eyes training patiently on her in question.

“The winter court. The temple we need is in the winter court.”

“Why on earth would it be there?” Rhys asked. Him and Feyre now settled in the table. Elain and Melody were still in the garden, Elain fashioning a crown out of flowers. Small enough for a baby. Her sister really did have a talent for making things from scratch.

Nesta turned towards them thinking that she knew the answer.

“Harsher weather conditions is my best guess. Not a lot of people are willing to brave the cold to get there.”

“And where exactly is that in the winter court?” Rhys asked.

Nesta pulled put the book she had burrowed from Gwyn promising to bring it back to the library after they were done using it.

She turned to a page and pointed at it with her index finger as Rhys leaned over observing it.

“I’ve heard of it. Though no one can gain access to that city without the permission of Vivenne and Kallis. And I’m not sure if even I can persuade them.”

“Is it a secret city like Velaris?” She asked, Rhys shook his head.

“No but they are rather protective of it.” Rhys answered. “I will ask for permission to enter the city. If not I’m not sure how else will get there. If we can at all.”

Nesta nodded as Feyre turned to him.

“Why not ask Mor to make a trip to the winter court and ask Vivenne?l

“Vivenne maybe Mor’s oldest friend, but even I’m not sure she’ll go for it.”

Feyre’s eyes slid to Nesta. “ I think I have an idea.”

Rhys looked at Feyre. Even Nesta was intrigued to hear it.

“And what would that be?”

“The Valkyrie.” Feyre told her taking Cassian and Nesta aback.

“What about them?” Nesta asked cautiously.

“Vivenne and Kallis have a very small but effective army and ever since the war they’ve been looking to build their ranks. Perhaps we can make Vivienne an offer she can’t refuse. You have a small legion of females who want to be warriors and she needs more. It’s the perfect opportunity to strengthen alliances with the winter court and to obtain something we want in return.”

Nesta looked to Cassian, but the look in his gaze told him it wasn’t his decision to make. He may have had a hand in training them, but they weren’t his warriors. They were hers, Gwyn’s, and Emerie’s.

“I can’t make this decision without consulting Gwyn and Emerie. And even then we’ll have to talk it over with the rest of our legion. I refuse to make them apart of something they don’t want to be.”

“They’re your warriors.” Rhys told her. She narrowed her eyes slightly.

“They are daughter, and sisters, and mothers. But most importantly they are survivors . They have suffered and lost so much and had to deal with their own choices being taken from them. I refuse to be one of the people who do so. If you don’t like that then that’s fine with me, but I will not betray them. I refuse.”

Something like pride shone in Feyre’s eyes as she touched Rhys’s arm. Even Cassian was looking at her the same way Feyre was.

“Can you extend your time here until tonight?” Feyre asked. “We can send word to Emerie to gather the Valkyrie and bring them here so you can meet with them.”

“Send word to Emerie first. Tell her to meet Gwyn and I down in the library. Tell her to bring Mor as well. If we do this. If the Valkyrie agree than you can send word to the Winter Court. If Vivienne and Kallis agree to meet with us then Mor, Gwyn Emerie and I will go to the winter court and present them our idea and what we wish for in return.”

Feyre nodded looking to Rhys. “You should at least spend the night in Velaris to make it easier. Elain and Lucien will be here and we’ll cast a protection spell over the house to ensure you two are safe for the night, “

“I have no problem with staying if it’s alright with Nesta.”

Three sets of eyes gazed upon her waiting for her decision. The house blowing her hair in a promise to protect her and her family from harm.

“I don’t see the problem with staying for a night.” Nesta told them watching Feyre’s eyes light up. Oh there’s so much to talk about and discuss. I can go home and grab Nyx and we’ll inform Azriel that you’re here so he can also come. This will be a great night. I promise.”

Nesta grinned as Feyre embraced her excited to get started.

“I’ll go retrieve Emerie.” Rhys told her giving Feyre a kiss on the forehead as they both winnowed to their separate locations. She turned to Cassian.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” Nesta asked, some doubts creeping in. He tilted her chin up to meet his gaze.

“I think if there’s anyone who’s capable of doing this it’s you Nesta Archeron.”

He leaned down kissing her, she fell into the kiss that was as easy as breathing before a loud giggle caught their attention. Their daughter’s babble louder than Nesta had ever heard. A heart warming smile crossing Cassian’s face as he slipped his hand in hers.

“Shall we go see what Elain and Melody are up to in the garden?”

Nesta nodded, holding onto Cassian’s hand as they opened up the double doors leading up to the garden and stopped dead in their tracks. Looking at Elain and Melody in amazement.

Elain smiled down at Melody, joy lighting her sisters face, Melody sitting up with assistance from Elain, a small flower crown on top of her head as her arms outstretched. Light illuminating from her daughter as she laughed in delight as several butterflies floated around them as if Melody were a beacon calling to them.

Elain turned to them, her eyes filling with wonder gazing upon something she had never seen before. Even the birds were chipping happily.

Nesta stepped into the garden, Melody sensing her mother was near as she turned to her outreaching her arms, some of the butterflies that had floated around Melody now going towards Nesta. Nesta reached out her hands laughing in delight.

Nesta knelt down scooping her up holding her daughter close as the butterflies fluttered around them.

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“So let me get this straight, Feyre wants us to form an alliance with the Winter Court and to combine our ranks, so Vivianne will give you access to The Mother’s temple in her court?” Gwyn asked stirring her tea as Nesta sat across from her, Emerie on the other side of her.

They were sitting at a table in the library, the vast majority of the priestesses had went back to their rooms. Only a few remained and they were busy elsewhere.

“Exactly, but I told her and Rhysand that I wouldn’t make the decision or talk to the others without you two feeling comfortable with the idea.”

Gwyn trained her teal eyes on Nesta, pondering.

“How much do we really know about the Winter Court or Vivienne for that matter? I’ve only talked to her once and she seems alright, but it feels strange to form an alliance with someone you barely know.” Gwyn answered looking down at the teal color she had painted her nails.

“I know she’s one of Mor’s best friends.” Emerie answered.

“Mor isn’t a Valkyrie.” Gwyn interjected, wincing slightly after she realized what she had just said. “I mean no offense to that. Yes she brings in a few recruits and trains with us every so often but-“

Emerie held a hand up, “There’s no offense taken. Mor knows she’s not apart of the Valkyrie and she doesn’t mind that, but we can ask her a few questions if we’re not sure about Vivienne. Or Kallis for that matter. The three of us hardly know them and we have very little knowledge of the winter court and their affairs. So why not go to someone we know will have information?

Nesta saw no real problem with that. “Where is Mor then?” She asked.

Emerie’s eyes flickered upward. “She wanted to spend time with Cassian and the baby. I believe they’re still in the garden. I can retrieve her if you want. Perhaps even get Melody for you.”

Nesta looked at the time. “She does need to be fed.” Nesta mused. Her breast already aching from the milk inside of them.

“I’ll be back.” Emerie answered pushing her chair back and making her way up the steps to go get Mor. Nesta looked to Gwyn.

“How have you been?” She asked. It seemed like forever since her and Gwyn had been alone.

“Truthfully? I feel like I’m in an impasse.” She admitted, Nesta rose one brow. “I’m starting to feel like I want to move out of the library.”

Nesta tilted her head to Gwyn urging her to continue.

“I think I’m ready to get out there again. To start dating, maybe even get a house for myself and get a job. I’ve always wanted a life outside of the library and I’m grateful for all it’s done for me, but I want to experience things outside of these walls. If that makes sense?.” Gwyn replied.

“It’s makes perfect sense." Nesta replied. "If you want to get out there then don't hesitate to do so. Rhys is even upstairs if you want to talk to him about it."

Gwyn nodded. A smile crossing her face. Excited for a new begging. Nesta was happy for her friend. Happy that she was doing what she thought was best for herself. She knew how important that was.

Footsteps sounded down the stairs as the golden halo of Mor's hair crossed Nesta's vision along with the tiny flutter of Melody's wings. Her daughter looking around the room, exploring it with her eyes as she heard a few of the priestesses gush about how pretty and beautiful she was. A smile forming on Nesta's lips as her daughter's hazel blue eyes landed on her outstretching her hand. Nesta scooted back her seat, standing up, and making her way over to where Mor, Emerie, and Melody now were standing by Clotho who was already writing the message for Nesta.

‘She truly is the most adorable baby I’ve seen.’ Clotho wrote out as Nesta thanked her. Light begging to illuminate from Melody. Clotho’s pen wrote something again. “

‘It would seem your daughter has been blessed with an extraordinary power.’ Clotho claimed making Nesta wonder if the priestess knew anything about it.

“Do you know what power it is?” She asked.

‘I’m guessing the power of life. There’s always a sense of calm when she is around. That’s a good thing. It’ll be night her when she’s older.’

Nesta nodded wondering what it would be like when Melody got older. Right now Nesta was just trying to take it day by day when it came to her.

Melody babbled looking up at her mother. Grabbing onto her dress, Nesta sighed.

“I better go feed her, then we can talk.” Nesta told them. Emerie took Mor’s hand leading her to the table where Gwyn was, catching up on whatever they could as Nesta took Melody over to a quite corner to nurse.

When Melody was taken care of, Nesta carried her daughter back to where they were sitting as Gwyn outstretched her arms.

Melody smiled leaning in Nesta’s arms as Gwyn caught her pulling her close.

“Why hello Melody. It’s been forever since I’ve seen you.” Gwyn mused as Melody tried to hoist herself up onto Gwyn with some assistance from her.

“So, I take it your having a hard time deciding.” Mor stated, Nesta nodded.

“None of us really know Vivienne and I know the two of you are close. We called you here to look for a little insight.”

Mor pursed her lips as she continued.

“Vivienne is one of my closest friends and an alliance with her would be beneficial in my personal opinion. She did a lot for the winter court when Kallis was…” Mor flinched wincing slightly, “When he was away. She even built a small legion of her own. I’ve seen them in action and their impressive. But if we could up their ranks. You could make a great army together. I’m not sure how the Valkyrie will feel about it or Vivienne’s but there’s no harm on asking her. I can even set up a meeting with her if you’re comfortable with that. But it’s all up to chance now. I think Vivienne would appreciate it more if one of you three talked to her.”

Gwyn and Emerie’s eyes trained on Nesta.

“You two think I should talk to Vivienne alone?”

“You know more about court politics and affairs then we do. It’s not that we can’t learn. It’s just that you’re our best bet when it comes to this.”

“They’re right.” Mor interjected making Nesta glance at her. Even Melody’s eyes were on her mother like she agreed. “I was at the High Lord meeting when you spoke to all those High Lords and so was Vivienne. I think she saw a fire in you that she hadn’t seen in a long time, show her that fire again Nesta. Don’t be afraid to. Especially if you want to gain access to that city of hers.”

“Do you know what city it’s in?”

Mor nodded. “You can’t gain access to this city without Vivienne’s consent. It was the small city Vivienne managed to protect during…” Mor didn’t say her name, but she didn’t have to. Nesta knew who she spoke about. She urged Mor to continue.

“This city is important to her. It’s not where she resides now, but she still watches over it. I believe most of her warriors and a few other citizens live there. A few of them even protect the mother’s temple.”

“Have you seen this temple?” Nesta asked, Mor shook her head.

“But from what I’ve heard it’s incredible.” Mor answered as Melody grasped a few strands of Nesta’s hair. She detached it from tiny fingers.

“I can only imagine.” Nesta said. Melody looking like she was moments away from crying. She needed a nap. Nesta rubbed her back soothing her.

"So what do we think?" Nesta asked looking at Emerie and Gwyn. It was Emerie who spoke.

"I say we should present the option to the rest of the Valkyrie. It's their lives too, but-I don't think working with Vivienne and the Winter Court is a bad idea. Especially if Koschei decides to strike again. We trained ourselves as warriors, I think it's time we think like warriors too."

Nesta nodded, turning her eyes to Gwyn. "What are your thoughts?"

"I think it's worth a shot." Gwyn answered.

Nesta looked at both her sister in arms. Confidence and hope filling her as her daughter's eyes locked on hers. Remembering what she was doing this for.

It took an hour for the rest of the Valkyrie to get there. Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn stood there, the rest of the Valkyrie on the couches. Feyre, Mor, and Rhys were in the kitchen with Elain giving them privacy , Azriel and Cassian had taken Nyx and Melody upstairs to give Nesta time to talk to her unit. She turned to them, several eyes trained on her. Nine people. She just had to try and convince nine people to be on her side with this. She took a deep breath, begging,

"I know you must all be wondering why we called you here today." Nesta started.

"Does it have something to do with the murder outside of the city?" Aspen asked. Nesta wasn't surprised she knew about it. She was Devlon's wife after all.

"The investigation is still open. There's no concreate leads yet, but we think it may have had something to do with Kosheci," Nesta admitted. She could have sworn she felt the tension in the room.

"He's back?" Lorelei asked. The others holding their breath. Nesta gulped.

"I don't think he ever left. He's just been laying dormant waiting for the right time to strike."

"Why slit someone's throat?" Aspen asked. "What does he gain?"

Nesta's throat bobbed remembering Charlotte's slit throat.

"At first I thought that perhaps he was trying to find another vessel, but nothing has happened that we know of. But I have a gut feeling that it's more sinister than any of us could imagine."

The room went silent. Faces paled. Eyes looking at each other as Annika spoke,

"You called us here to prepare us in case things took a turn for the worst."

"We called you here to present an idea to you all. Something that may help us in the fight if it comes to that." Emerie answered. Nesta gave her a thankful look.

They waited for them to continue.

"We want to form an alliance with the Winter Court." Gwyn told them. It was Jora's eyebrows that rose.

"Why would we form an alliance with the Winter Court? Shouldn't we try to be aligning with the illyrians instead? After all they are the army for the Night Court and it would make more sense." Jora questioned and Nesta had to admit that she had some points about that.

"And in the not so distant future we will try to persuade Devlon to combine ranks, but right now the Winter Court is an urgent manner." Nesta answered. Annika tilted her head.

"How is the Winter Court a more pressing manner?"

"We need to gain access to the Mother's temple." Gwyn answered taking Annika aback.

"Why would we need access to the Mother's temple and how does this tie into everything going on?"

Gwyn looked at Nesta.

"I-have a connection with The Mother." Nesta answered. Several wide eyes and a few gasp answered her. "But I need to be in a place that has a strong presence of her, so I could come in contact with her. And her temple is in the Winter Court."

"And you need Vivienne's and Kallis's permission to gain access to the place where it's at, which means making a gesture to show your trust. That's where we come in." Roslin answered. Nesta nodded.

"But, we want to make sure that all of you were okay with it."

"Do you...trust them?" Aspen asked seeming hesitant.

"I have nothing against them. And from what I've heard they're trustworthy, but if any of you don't want to be a apart of this. Of you think you can't handle it or if it's a bad idea. We want to know how you all are feeling about it."

Talia stood up. "If this plan works then I'll be more than willing to do whatever is necessary for us to win against this bastard."

The rest of the priestesses agreeing. Six people. It wasn't that bad of a number and with her, Gwyn, and Emerie that made nine. But Annika, Jora, and Aspen still hadn't answered. Aspen, Annika, and Jora looking at each other.

"I still don't know how I feel about this." Aspen replied.

Jora stood up, "I'm in."

Annika looked at her in shock. But Jora held firm.

"We trained to be warriors. And I'm trusting my leaders."

Annika stood. "I don't feel comfortable with this, but I'm not opposed to it either."

Emerie looked at Annika. A soft look in her eyes. "And we understand that. But we would love it if you joined us."

Annika bit her lip. looking down at the wedding band on her finger. "I think Prometheus would want me to do whatever I had to to protect the Night Court, to protect Illyria. I think this is that opportunity. I'm in."

"I still think we should talk to Devlon, but the Winter Court idea is not a bad one."

Nesta took a step to Aspen clasping her hand over hers.

"I would love it if we could fight side by side." Nesta told her. It had been a while since they had talked. She didn't want things to be strained between her and Aspen.

"Then I'm in."

Nesta smiled feeling like everything was falling into place.

When the Valkyrie went home, Mor sent word to Vivienne that they wanted to meet with her. The House of Wind being their planned location, making plans to meet in two days. Rhys telling them they could stay in Velaris as long as they needed. After dinner was over and everyone went home, Nesta hugged Nyx tight promising to spend time with him tomorrow, thankful she had one day to enjoy time with everyone before she met with Vivienne and Kallis.

Nesta took a deep breath, Climbing up the stairs when she saw the door to the nursery open. She walked to it, opening the door slightly as she heard Cassian's voice reading a story of the Gods to Melody. Her daughter's wings tucked in tight, sleeping on Cassian's chest. His eyes lifting to Nesta.

"There you are." Cassian smiled.

"Here I am." She smiled as he stood up careful not to wake her.

"What if I can't do this?" She asked. Doubt filling her as Cassian tilted her chin up.

"You are Nesta Archeron. There's nothing you can't do if you put your mind to it. I have faith in you. I've always had faith in you. You just need to have faith in yourself and trust that things will work out the way they're supposed to."

Nesta lifted herself up on her toes giving him a sweet kiss on the lips.

"I love you." She whispered

"I love you too." He whispered back, kissing her once more as she lost herself in that kiss feeling like she was home.

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“And you have an everything you need for her?” Nesta asked Cassian as he laid Melody on his shoulder, her baby bag slugged over the other one.

He outreached his free hand towards her, stroking her face gently in a calming gesture.

“Yes, mate. I have everything I need for her. I have her pacifier, her blanket, extra diapers, and two full bottles of your breast milk in case she gets hungry. We’ll be fine hanging out with Lukius and Benjamin until you’re done with Viviane and Kallis.”

Nesta nodded running a hand over Melody’s hair to sooth it. Melody yawned, resting her head on Cassian’s shoulder, her hand gripping on his leathers. She was always sleepy after a feeding.

Cassian pressed a kiss to Nesta’s cheek.

“Say bye-bye to mama, little warrior.” Cassian told her waving her little hand as he grasped the door handle cooing at Melody how much fun they would have as he exited the House of Wind. The wind blowing a goodbye out to them as Cassian took off in the skies, Nesta keeping an eye on them until they were barely a speck in her vision.

She turned back to the house, going back inside as she made sure almost every room was straightened out and spotless.

She lingered in Melody’s room. To the thunderstorms on her wall. She ran her hand over it before shutting the door to her daughter’s room and made her way to where she, Mor, Emerie, and Gwyn would be talking to Viviane and Kallis in an hour.

A knock sounded at the door, Nesta rushed to it. It was only her in the house today. Lucien had taken Elain to the Day Court to visit Helion for what the High Lord claimed was important to Lucien’s future. So Elain would be gone for at least another week or so.

She opened the door, letting Gwyn, Emerie, and Mor in, their hands intertwined. A light in Mor’s eyes. She wondered what that was about.

“Hey guys. How are thing going today?” She asked cleaning up the last of the mess.

“Well I talked to Rhys today about leaving the library.” Gwyn told her, Nesta whirled around looking at her.

“What did he say?” She asked.

“He said it was my choice to make. I expressed an interest in getting a place in Velaris and he told me to let him know when I wanted to look for a place. I told him I would, and Azriel even volunteered to help me look for a place.”

“How is everything with that going?”

“We’re still just friends.” She told her. “But I’m excited to get a new place.”

“I’m happy for you, if you need someone to go with you I’ll be more than happy to go with you as well.”

Gwyn nodded, “Perhaps when all of this is over we can, we at least have to figure out if we’re going to the winter court or not.”

“Fingers crossed on that one.” Nesta told her looking at Emerie and Mor.

“What have you two been up to today?” She asked, Emeire looked at Mor before Mor nodded and she spoke.

“Mor and I have been spending time at Eli’s shelter helping out with the children.” Emerie admitted to Nesta. She had not mentioned this to her before.

“I didn’t know that you two volunteered.” Nesta said looking between the two.

“Well Mor volunteers more than I do with the whole running the business and helping out with training, but she’s fallen in love with it and I help her put when I have a moment to spare. And we’ll we may have good news.”

Nesta and Gwyn waited patiently for them to reveal what it was.

“We’re thinking about adopting, like Lukius and Benjamin did.” Mor confessed, Nesta couldn’t contain her excitement as she flung her arms around Mor and Emerie.

“That’s amazing. Have you two started the process yet?” She asked.

“Not yet. We wanted to wait until everything was settled, but Mor has been taking care of a nine month old boy named Emerson and Eli says he’s developed quite a strong bond to Morrigan. So we figured why not give him a home.”

Nesta smiled at the thought. But something seemed to trouble Mor.

“Is there something wrong?” She asked. Mor looking back at her.

“I guess seeing all those children who don’t have anywhere to call home hurt my heart. I wish there was more we could do.”

Nesta grabbed Mor’s hand and squeezed. Hoping that one day they could do more.

“I hope that everything goes alright.” She told them, Emerie rubbing Mor’s shoulders.

A knock sounded at the door as Nesta straightened her clothes and made her way to the door opening it from the high lady and lord of the Winter Court.

“You have a lovely home.” Viviane told her, her hand rubbing at her stomach as Kallis looked around nodding in approval.

“Thank you.” Nesta replied, a smile on her face. “How far along are you?”

“I’ll be 10 weeks at the start of the month.” Viviane told her, grinning at Kallis. “Kallis is hoping for a boy this time and that’s what I’m hoping for too.”

Nesta nodded not sure what to say. She had always imagined herself to be the mother of all girls, but if she had a son- she knew it would be an adjustment, but she would love her and Cassian’s son with as much fierce protectiveness she did Melody

They made their way to the table as Kallis pulled out Viviane’s chair, she thanked him as Nesta, Emerie, Mor, and Gwyn sat down, Viviane looked over to the corner where some of Melody’s things were. A smile crossed her face.

“You had your baby.” Viviane commented, a look of excitement crossing her face.

“Yes. I gave birth to her in the spring. She was actually born on the same day I was.” Nesta confessed.

“That must have been quite the surprise for you.” Viviane told her absentmindedly running her hand over her stomach.

“She definitely wasn’t what I was expecting that day.” She told her hoping Viviane didn’t ask questions about her birth.

The last thing Nesta wanted to do was relive how her biological father had kept her in that garden while she was in labor. How Nesta was truly afraid she would die before getting to experience her daughters life. Was terrified that she would have died without her daughter knowing her. She would never forgive Koschei for the vile and disgusting things he had done that night. Blood or not.

“So what did you two end up naming her?”

“Melody.” Nesta answered.

“How beautiful. Is your little bundle of joy here with you today?”

“She’s actually with her father catching up with a few friends.” Nesta said as Viviane straightened slightly.

“How is Holly?” Mor asked changing the subject. Light danced across Viviane’s face.

“She’s truly our little blessing. She has the whole court wrapped around her fingers. She even started exhibiting an affiliation for ice manipulation so Kallis is teaching her a thing or two. Right now making snow flakes is her favorite thing.”

“That would be quite the sight to see.” Nesta said. It still amazes her what some forms of magic could do. How her own daughter’s magic had probably been a beacon for all those butterflies the other day.

“Which is probably a good Segway into what you want to discuss with us today.” Kallis observed crossing his hands and leaning back.

Nesta took a deep breath and began,

“I take it you two have heard about what is happening with Koschei.”

Kallis nodded, Viviane giving a brief nod.

“We think he may be back.” Nesta confided in them. Viviane’s eyes widening. A terrified look over to Kallis.

“And you think you found a way to defeat him?” Viviane asked.

Nesta just jumped right into it.

“I have a connection with the mother.” She confessed taking Kallis by surprise.

“Connections with the mother are rare at best. Only those who have the blood of Gods can-“

Viviane’s eyes widened,

“Yes, I have the blood of a God running through my veins.”

“How is that possible? Your sisters-“

“Are only my half sisters.” She confessed, she needed to be honest with them if she wanted this to work.

“Who is your father?” Kallis asked. His face stark white.

Nesta straightened her spine, making sure she stood firm. She gathered her courage, taking a deep breath, and spoke,

“Koschei is my biological father.”

Viviane’s face paled slightly as Kallis clutched her hand, his own knuckles appearing stark white.

“You-You’re Kosheci’s daughter-your-“

Viviane looked to Kallis as a flash of something crossed Nesta’s vision. Gwyn angled her body in front of Nesta, making sure no harm would come to her from whatever that was.

Nesta tried to also protect Gwyn causing their heads to clash together. Gwyn making a slight moan of pain,

“Ow.” She told Nesta.

“Sorry, I-I was also trying to protect you. “ Nest told her and she giggled slightly,

“We’re sisters in arms Nesta. We protect each other.”

Kallis lifted a brow, but didn’t question the title as Nesta looked at what appeared. It looked like a document or rather an old scripture.

“What is this?” She asked placing her index finger on the paper.

“A prophecy. One that we think you may be a part of.” Kallis admitted, she looked down not noticing the language.

“It’s in the old language.” She told them, cocking her head to the side. “How can you be so sure it’s about me. I do see Kosheci’s name on here but can’t decipher the other words.”

Mor glanced at the paper frowning slightly. “Maybe Amren could decipher it.”

“Do we have the time? It took a while to decipher the book of breathings.” She asked. “There must be another way.”

She looked to Viviane and Kallis to elaborate further.

“We aren’t sure what the whole text says yet, but there is mention of Koschei and his heir in here. And we didn’t manage to decipher one other word.” Viviane answered.

“What was that?”

“Death.”

They looked at each other as Emerie spoke up.

“That could mean anything.” She observed, Mor squeezed her hand encouraging. “Koschei is known as Koschei the deathless, Nesta’s own powers are death or it could mean-“

“That one of us will die” Nesta interjected making Emerie flinch.

“Well just pray to the mother that it’s Koschei.” Gwyn hoped placing her hand over Nesta’s.

“Whatever it mean, we’ll have to figure it out.” She looked to Viviane, “which means I’ll need access to the mother’s temple, but I won’t go in there without your approval or consent.”

“I am-very protective over that city.” Viviane told her, Nesta knew why. She understood.

“I understand. I have heard about it, about how you protected the Winter Court with all you had. I admire you for your courage and strength. And I know this decision is not an easy one. I am a stranger to you, who only has one thing and one thing alone that I could truly offer on exchange for your hospitality and letting us into the hidden temple and city.”

“We’re listening.” Kallis told her.

“I heard you have a legion of warriors in the Winter Court.”

“I do. Though we barely have enough on our ranks after the last war.” Viviane confirmed to her looking intrigued.

“We train a small legion of female warriors here in the Night Court. We think it may be a good idea to join our ranks with yours. That is if you want to work with us.”

Viviane seemed to ponder this.

“So an alliance with the Night Court? Has Feyre or Rhys approved this?”

“They are the ones who made the suggestion.” Mor confided in her, she looked to Kallis.

“Viviane-“ He started, but she held up her hand.

“What if she is the only one who can defeat him Kallis? What if joining our legion with theirs is the only chance we have? I want to prevent a war through whatever means necessary. I don’t want to see more innocents die because we were afraid to take risk. I-I think this deal is beneficial.”

Kallis looked Viviane over a proud gleam in his eye as he ran his thumb over her skin.

“Then we shall take the deal.”

Nesta sat there stunned, “Thank you-I-“

Viviane turned to her. “We can give you access to the city in a weeks time. And you can also bring your legion to meet with mine. We also provide a service to watch your child so you won’t have to part with her.”

Nesta nodded before asking, “and if I wish to bring her father? She’s still so young, I don’t know how she’ll handle strangers.”

“We can grant him access as well, only your most trusted individuals. We don’t need everyone to see this city. We will meet you at the borders of the Winter Court and only take a select few to the city and temple.”

Nesta nodded her understanding, thanking Viviane and Kallis as she stood up remembering how they shook on deals here.

Nesta shook Viviane and Kallis’s hand as a shock ran through her. Looking down at the snowflakes that were now tattooed on her forearm in-purple ink?

Viviane looked down realizing hers was the exact same and also in a deep purple ink.

“Interesting. Have any other tattoos been this color before?” Viviane asked. Nesta shook her head,

“Not that I know of.” She admitted.

“Another mystery to solve I suppose.” Viviane remarked, standing up placing a hand on her abdomen as Kallis stood beside her.

"We'll see you in a week's time." Kallis told them, but Viviane stood there, looking around the room.

"I would like to have a word with Lady Nesta alone, if you don't mind."

"Come Kallis, we can show you the garden." Mor suggested looping her arms around Kallis as Gwyn and Emerie gave Nesta a look of assurance before following them leaving her and the High Lady of the Winter Court alone. Nesta stood up, repositioning her posture. A habit that had been instilled in her since birth.

"I know this all must be overwhelming." Viviane started, surprising Nesta.

"Sometimes it can be." Nesta admitted. If they were to be allies, she had to learn how to trust Viviane.

"It must be. You just had a baby no more than five months ago and found out that your biological father is the man trying to take over Pryhtin by whatever means necessary. I don't think any of this is easy."

Nesta looked out to the garden, to where a few butterflies still fluttered, thinking about her daughter's laugh as she looked down to her ring, thinking about Cassian, how he rocked Melody back and forth to sooth her until she feel asleep. Remembering the two people she loved the most in this world.

"It's not." She told Viviane, but she looked up to Viviane with a smile on her face. "But I found something worth fighting for."

Viviane's smile grew, stepping closer to Nesta and catching her hand. "Good. Never lose sight of that Nesta Archeron."

Nesta looked out to the garden again. To the orchids, the swing set, and the butterflies that reminded her of her little one. Her little warrior. As she squeezed the High Lady of Winter's hand and said.

"I won't."

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"Extra diapers?" She asked searching around Melody's closet for the winter coat they had bought her praying it would fit her.

"Got it." He answered her shoving them into Melody's bag.

"Found it." She shouted grasping the coat as Melody looked over to her giving her a toothless smile.

Nesta placed it in her carry bag so she could change Melody into it when she needed to as her daughter wiggled, huffing when she couldn't move making Nesta giggle slightly as she flapped her tiny wings. Making a face of frustration when she couldn't get anywhere grasping the blanket she was on and pulling at it. Cassian headed over to her, scooping her up in his arms as Nesta went through the check list again to make sure they had everything.

"Are we ready to go?" Cassian asked Melody reaching her arm out to Nesta. Nesta stepped closer placing her daughter's hand in hers.

"I keep thinking we're forgetting something." She told him. Melody resting her head on Cassian's chest.

He walked towards the closet getting Melody's wrap adjusting it to his chest and placing Melody in it so she could take a nap while they traveled.

"Was this it?" He asked.

"No, but thanks for remembering that." She told him giving him a kiss. "But that did remind me of what we needed."

She walked towards Melody's crib, grasping the baby blanket that she used. The one that Cassian had since he was a baby.

"You're bringing her blanket?" He asked. This was the furthest trip they had ever taken with Melody.

"It helps her sleep better." She told him putting the blanket in Melody's bag. Double checking if they had enough outfits for her including some new ones Elain had gotten for her. She nodded grabbing one of Melody's purple caps and placing it over her head to keep her warm during the change of temperature before putting her mittens on as well. She opened one eye, yawning before going back to sleep, Cassian swaddling her back into her wrap when Nesta was finished.

"I think we're ready to go." Nesta told him rubbing Melody's back. "I just hope we find what we're looking for in the temple."

Cassian reached out a hand towards her moving a strand of hair from her face and placing a kiss on her lips. "It'll be worth it once we know how to tap into your powers and defeat Koschei."

"What happened if all of this was for nothing?"

Cassian pressed his forehead to hers, breathing in her scent.

"Then we'll find another way." He assured her pressing a kiss to her forehead. "And at least we said we tried."

Nesta nodded, trusting in her mate as she placed her hand in Cassian's walking out to their living room where the others were, so they could all winnow in together.

Nyx was in Feyre's arms as he looked over to where Nesta and Cassian were. He would be going with them to the Winter Court. He had also never seen the Winter Court before and Nesta knew he was excited to go.

Feyre placed down Nyx who gave Nesta a hug. She smiled down at him ruffling his soft black hair.

"Are you excited to go to the Winter Court, Aunt Nesta?" He asked pulling away from the hug.

"I'm looking forward to seeing somewhere new." Nesta answered.

There were only two other courts beside the Night Court that she had traveled to and both of them had been for Court purposes. Sure visiting Winter was also because they needed to go to the Mother’s temple, but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t excited to see another Court besides this one. She had never really enjoyed traveling elsewhere. Perhaps one day her and Cassian could change that. Perhaps when all of this was over they could go somewhere on a family vacation and just exist for a little while.

A place where they could just be themselves. Not the commander of the Night Court armies and the daughter of a death god. She prayed one day they could make that happen.

A sharp knock sounded at the door as Cassian walked to it greeting Emerie, Gwyn, and Mor. They were still eating on at least three of the other Valkyrie to join them in the Winter Court. They had all decided amongst themselves who would go on their first real assignment.

Nesta looked over to Melody who was still fast asleep in the wrap wondering if she would want this for her future. What if her daughter had no desire to become a warrior? What if she just wanted to live a normal life amongst the fae? If she did, Nesta would support her in whatever decision she made. She would do anything for her baby girl.

She looked back at Gwyn who was now chatting excitedly with Azriel. Gwyn had wanted to see the Winter Court more than any of them. Had always been the one out of their trio who loved Winter the most. And she knew Azriel knew this as well. Could see the amusement in his gaze. They were still friends to Nesta’s knowledge, but somewhere in their gazes Nesta could sense more.

A knock sounded on the door again, Cassian answered once more. Talia, Jora, and surprisingly Annika walked through the doors. Their belongings in their bags.

Feyre stood up gathering Nyx in her arms, Rhys’s eyes flickering over them before he greeted Talia, Jora, and Annika. Annika looked him up and down hesitation in her gaze as she greeted him coldly. Keeping her distance.

“Well this is everyone.” Nesta said as Mor kissed Emerie’s cheek walking up to Jora and Annika.

“Shall we?”

They grabbed Mor’s arm, winnowing away as Feyre squeezed Rhys hand taking Emerie and Gwyn who waved to Nesta. Before Feyre, Nyx, Emerie, and Gwyn winnowed away.

Azriel could winnow stay least one person with him as he offered his hand to Talia, who waved to Nesta and Cassian before leaving with him.

Rhys turned to Nesta and Cassian stepping over to them as he looked down at Melody smiling.

“Is my niece ready for her first trip?” He asked.

Nesta nodded. While they were there to visit the Mother’s temple, it was also Melody’s first trip outside the court. That alone would make it a memorable trip.

“I think she’s ready.” Nesta smiled pressing a kiss to Melody’s forehead as she shifted slightly in the wrap.

“She’s never-winnowed anywhere before.” Nesta told him. Usually she flew with Cassian to get places, but she had never winnowed before. Rhys looked at her, his features telling her that he understood her concern.

“It’s safe for babies as well. I promise.” Rhys assured her. Nesta nodded. Leaning her forehead to Melody’s as Rhys offered his hand to the both of them to winnow them.

Nesta grabbed his one hand as Cassian took the other winnowing away to the Winter Court.

When they arrived, Nesta took in the home that Kallis and Vivianne lived in, looking up at the high ceiling and the mixture of colors ranging from silver, to a mixture of blues, grey’s, and white. The cool marble on her feet echoing across the room as Vivianne made their way to them taking Rhys’s hand in greeting.

“Lady Vivianne. It is a pleasure to see you again.” He told her giving her a swift bow. Vivianne returned the bow, hand on her abdomen and a smile on her face.

“It’s a pleasure to see you too, Rhysand.” Vivianne told him before looking over to Nesta and Cassian. Her smile brightening when she realized who Cassian was holding.

“I take it this is your dearest Melody.”Vivianne smiled stepping closer to where Cassian was holding her. Observing the High Lady of Winter with caution. They may be allies now, but Cassian would always be protective of his daughter. No matter how friendly the person appeared.

“It is.” Cassian confirmed to her holding Melody closer to where she laid on his chest, her tiny hand clutched to his leathers.

“She is rather beautiful.” Vivianne proclaimed. “I remember when Holly was this small. Now I can hardly keep up with her.”

“Where is Holly today?” Nesta asked. She hadn’t seen Holly or Kallis when they had arrived.

“She’s in the village with her father talking to all the patrons of this city. She loves to talk to everyone she can, so I hope that doesn’t bother you when you talk to her.”

Nesta smiled at her. “Not at all.”

“In that case. I hope you don’t mind that we’ll stay the night here before I take a few of you into the hidden city tomorrow. I can only take eight of you however.” Vivianne told her. Feyre glided in.

“Rhysand and I can watch Melody if you and Cassian want to head to the city tomorrow.” Feyre suggested.

“She’ll be in safe hands.” Rhys added when Nesta hesitated. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Feyre. She did, but it was still hard to leave Melody even if it was for a day. “I promise.”

“Okay.” Nesta agreed as she looked over to Melody. “But if anything happens don’t hesitate to-“

“We’ll let you know if anything happens. One of the many advantages to being daemati.” Feyre assured her. She has almost forgotten that they both possessed that particular skill.

“Great. So i’ll show you to your rooms, I even brought out a crib for Melody and a bed for Nyx. Dinner is at eight tonight if you want to join us. And if you want to go out and see what the court is like then I’ll be more than happy to get you an escort that can take you into the city.”

“Thank you Vivianne.” Nesta said as her and the others followed Vivianne.

The others took to their respective rooms. Azriel asking Gwyn if she wanted to go to the village together as she said yes to him waving goodbye to Nesta as they took off. Rhys and Feyre went to get settled in their room. Nyx in need of a nap. Telling Nesta and Cassian that they’d see them for dinner before they retreated to the room.

“Here we are.” Vivianne told them. “If you need anything just let one of the servants know. And I hope I’ll see you two for dinner.”

“Thank you again Vivianne. For everything.” She told her.

“Don’t mention it. We are allies now after all. And I figured you two would enjoy a night of rest before we set our in the morning.”

“We’ll see you at dinner.” Nesta told her as she watched Vivianne walk away. The silver of her gown sweeping across the marble floor.

“Shall we mate?” Cassian asked pulling down the door handle as they entered the room.

Nesta looked around, her eyes widening at the sight of the room . As if they were truly in a winter wonderland with its white marble floors, and it’s grey curtains letting in the remainder of the light. Illuminating a canopy bed, with a bed spread that mixed all of the Wonted Courts colors together.

Nesta walked towards it sitting down on the bed which was one of the softest she had ever felt. The pillows feeling cool underneath her touch.

A fireplace to beat the chill rested in the corner, as a crib with gray wood and blue blankets sat by the bed for Melody.

Cassian unwrapped Melody, parts of her black hair sticking up from sleep as he set her down gently in the crib, swaddling her so she wouldn’t get cold. She hadn’t woken up in the exchange. Lost in whatever dreams she was possibly having.

“I could watch her sleep for hours.” Nesta remarked as Cassian sat beside her pulling her closer.

“So can I.” He placed a kiss to Nesta’s hair as she leaned into him intertwining their fingers together.

“Perhaps when she wakes from her nap and I feed her, we can go into the village.” Nesta suggested. It seemed like a waste to be in a different court and not to explore.

“I’d like that.” Cassian responded eyes traveling down the length of her. “But what should we do until then.”

Nesta looked down at his lips, turning away. Bitting down on her lip.

“Later.” She told him. “Perhaps when we’re alone in the city.”

Cassian grinned in approval, pulling her towards him and tucking her into him as she giggled at the sudden movement.

“I’d like that, but for now we should take a nap. You know sleep when the baby sleeps.”

“You know she’ll probably wake us up in thirty minutes right?”

Cassian chuckled running his hands in her hair.

“Then we’ll make it the best thirty minute nap we can.” He replied resting his chin a top her head, his eyes fluttering shut as Nesta snuggled closer to him inhaling his scent. Falling asleep in his arms.

It was an hour or so later, when a loud wail woke Nesta and Cassian from their slumber. Nesta fought off her grogginess, sitting up as she looked down groaning slightly.

Cassian lifted his head, the sides of his hair sticking up looking up at her. Melody still wailing. Her hungry cry floating over to Nesta who had leaked through her dress. Her breast heavy.

“I’ll get you another dress while you feed her.” Cassian told her getting off the bed and heading towards their clothes.

Nesta pulled down her dress, lifting Melody from her crib so she could feed her. Melody latched on quickly. Her gaze looking across the room. Taking in her new surroundings as she clung to Nesta. She always did in new surroundings.

“It’s okay little one. You’re safe. Mommy promises.” She cooed. Melody settling before cuddling into Nesta.

Cassian handed her a burping cloth. Pressing a kiss to Nesta’s cheek as Melody’s eyes flickered to him. Before going back to her food.

Cassian set one of her dresses beside her, sitting down beside her as Melody finished, Nesta burped her, cleaning up the remainder of the spit up before Cassian outstretched his arms.

“I’ll take her while you get dressed.” Cassian offered as Nesta shifted Melody over to him. Her getting fussy at the exchange wanting to be held by Nesta more at the moment.

“Don’t cry little warrior. Mommy will be finished soon.” He cooed. Melody wasn’t having any of it as she continued to fuss. Her cries echoing through the room.

Nesta grabbed her nursing pads and Melody’s pacifier handing it to Cassian while she got dressed.

Melody was still fussy, refusing the pacifier. Hot tears streaming down her face. As Nesta adjusted the blue dress she wore before making her way back to Melody.

Cassian handed her over to Nesta, her cries softening as Nesta wiped at her tears. Melody leaned her head to Nesta’s chest.

“I’m going to change her diaper before we go see about going to the village. Perhaps some fresh air and a change of scenery may be just what we need.”

After Nesta changed her diaper and changed her into a warmer outfit, Nesta put Melody in her wrap adjusting it to her body before looking at Cassian, who seemed eager to get out.

He reached out his hand grasping her and squeezing it.

“Ready to go on an adventure mate?” He asked as her smile brightened at the thought.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Snowflakes clung to Nesta’s hair as her, Cassian, and Melody flew through the Winter skies. CassiN saw the lights ahead, plunging down into the village, landing gently and placing Nesta and Melody down.

Melody cooed, looking out from the wrap she was in, bundled up in her purple coat, her tiny mittens on her hands and her purple cap protecting her head.

Her hazel blue eyes widened at the sight of the snow and the reflective lights around her. A snowflake feel on her nose making her giggles float to him.

Cassian watched as Melody extended out her hand letting the snowflakes fall in it, her brow furrowing in confusion when it disappeared a couple of seconds later. Nesta’s smile was brighter than the dawn as Melody caught another snowflake offering it to her.

“Thank you, my love.” Nesta told her snuggling her closer and placing a kiss on her cheek.

Cassian slid his hand in hers, gazing at the village with its quaint shops that glowed with strung lights making the city appear as if it were lit by several fireflies.

Onlookers gazed upon them, whispering about the guest in their court as Cassian held his head up high, sticking by his mate and child.

Melody took in the lights of the city, trying to reach out for some of them. Wanting nothing more than to grasp onto them and observe them.

Cassian’s smile brightened at the sight. At the wonder and amazement in his daughters gaze. Everything was all so new to her.

She flapped her tiny wings in excitement, a snowflake catching on her nose as she let out a sneeze. Nesta laughed wiping their daughters nose as Cassian heard the sound of children’s laughter. Nesta eyes widening in curiosity. Like what she was staring at wasn’t anything she had seen before either.

Cassian looked at where their gazes were until he caught sight of Kallis on a surface of solid ice. Only if seemed like he was gliding across it along with a few others.

A child, who he assumed was Holly based off of her age and her hair the color of snow, glided towards him. Her laughter filling the air. A joyful look in her gaze as Kallis caught her in his arms lifting her up. Causing Holly to laugh louder.

Several members of the village glided with them. Holding hands while gliding across the ice. Some braving it solo, flying in the air before landing on the ice. Sometimes successfully sometimes not.

Nesta set off towards them as Cassian followed. Nesta didn’t dare go on the ice with Melody, but she looked on. Observing others in a different sort of dance. A dance on the ice.

Kallis eyes turned towards them. Sending a wave in their direction as he scooped Holly up gliding towards them.

“I see you two have chosen to brave the weather to come to the village.” He stated. Holly observing Cassian , Nesta, and Melody with her blue eyes the same color as her mother’s and fathers.

“We thought we might as well explore while we’re here.” Cassian told him pulling Nesta and Melody closer. Melody still trying to catch snowflakes.

“They have wings.” Holly stated. Curiosity peaking her interest. It was probably something she hadn’t seen before.

“They do.” Kallis answered as Melody looked at Holly offering her a snowflake that was still melting on her mitten. Holly smiled imitating picking it up and thanking her.

“She’s so little.” Holly observed to her dad.

“She’s still a baby, sweetie. You were that little once too.” Kallis reminded her making her frown slightly.

“But I’m this big now.” Holly told him reaching out her hand above her.

“That you are. And you still have many more years to grow. Maybe one day you’ll be as tall as mommy.”

Holly grinned in excitement at that as her eyes went to the shop beside them.

“Are we getting something to drink now daddy?” She asked as Kallis nodded looking towards them.

“Would you like to join us?” He asked.

“I don’t see why not. We are travelers here after all and what better way to get to experience the village than to spend time with the ruler of it.” Cassian said. “Besides I don’t want Melody in the cold for too long while she’s still developing her immune system.”

Kallis nodded in understanding as they headed towards a tiny cafe. The inside looking warm and inviting with its red wood walls and it’s hard wood floors.

Cassian stripped off his coat. Talking the wrap from Nesta so she could take off her coat and take a break from holding Melody for a while.

Kallis looked up to the counter after they settled into a table. The string lights illuminating the counter making it look inviting to the customers. As machines that blew steam poured hot liquid into cups and the workers mixed things in them.

“Did you two want something to drink?” Kallis asked them. Melody cooed clinging into Cassian’s leathers. Looking at all the lights in the tiny cafe.

“Surprise us.” Cassian told him. A slight grin crossing Kallis face.

Holly sat down in one of the chairs laying out her palm towards Melody who giggled in amusement as snowflakes swirled in Holly’s palm. The start of her own magic.

Melody’s light illuminated her skin in response causing Holly to gasp.

“She has magic. I thought she was too little for magic.” Holly remarked as Melody’s light dimmed sensing that Holly was not as amused with her magic as she had been with Holly’s.

“All babies are different.” Nesta answered.

“What can she do?” Holly asked, seeming more curious than afraid.

“She can heal.” Nesta told her. Holly’s eyes flickered to Melody.

“Is that all? We have some healers here and not all of them glow. Only the older ones. Ones that are my daddy’s age.”

“We haven’t found any other magic yet.” Nesta answered, and it was the truth, besides the fact that Melody could sense emotion and heal minor cuts so far was the extent of her power. “But she is still developing hers like you are still developing yours.”

Holly nodded her understanding, using her power once more to swirl around the snow in her palm. Catching Melody’s interest once more.

Kallis came back a short while later, placing a tray down on the table.

“I didn’t know if you wanted hot chocolate or warm cider so I got you one of each.”

Nesta looked at the hot chocolate with interest, grabbing the mug as Cassian took the cider. The warm taste of apples and cinnamon hitting his senses.

Nesta hummed with pleasure over the hot chocolate, Cassian catching a hint of peppermint on her breath. It must have been mixed in.

“What’s in this?” Nesta asked Kallis.. Taking another sip of the drink. She had always loved chocolate.

“Well we double the chocolate here, and add peppermint and whip cream on top to give it that extra kick.”

“It’s truly delectable.” Nesta told him bringing it to her lips as Melody reached for it, Cassian grabbing her hand to keep her from burning herself.

“I thought you might enjoy it.” Kallis told her as Holly drank her cider. While munching on a cookie that her father had bought her in the shape of a snowman.

“So what we’re you two doing before we arrived? I haven’t seen anything like it.” Nesta asked, curious.

“Ah that. Well that was ice skating. It’s one of the many activities we do here when the lake is solid enough.”

Nesta’s eyes widened. “One?”

“Ah yes, I take it you only get a hand full of snow days in the Night Court. We also Ski and sled here. And there’s always a horse drawn carriage ride and people who love to sing carols here. It truly is remarkable how much you can do here.”

Nesta leaned in interested as Kallis told her about all the activities she hadn’t heard of.

“So you love horses?” Kallis asked when her eyes lit up with excitement.

“We had some when I was younger.” Nesta admitted, “it’s been a while since I’ve rode one.”

“Well we’ll have to fix that while your here, perhaps after dinner tonight we can make it a group outing.”

Nesta’s eyes lit up. Cassian pulling her closer.

“I’d think they’d like that.” He smiled, looking at his wife, his mate. Knowing they were in for quite the night.

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“I look ridiculous.” Nesta commented laying in the snow, snowflakes from above clinging to her hair.

Cassian smirked laying in the snow beside her, Melody laying on his chest trying to lift her head up so she could take in her surroundings.

“I think this is the most beautiful you’ve ever looked.” He looked down to Melody, smiling. “Well almost. Nothing can beat that look on your face when you saw our daughter for the first time. That look will forever be hard to beat.”

Nesta couldn’t help the smile that had formed on her face. Sighing, she looked up at the winter sky, the snowflakes still falling. It always snowed in the Winter Court according to Vivianne.

“So, tell me what I have to do.” She replied.

“I still can’t believe you’ve never made a snow angel before.” Cassian commented, Nesta shrugged.

“Does face planting head first into a patch of snow count?” She asked, Cassian chuckled.

“No. How did you manage to do that?”

“The sidewalk was very icy and I wasn’t coordinated enough to not fall into it.” She remarked. Looking back up to the skies.

“It happens to the best of us.” Cassian claimed as Melody moved her legs, feeling restless.

They had stopped outside of the Winter Palace’s grounds talking about how amazing the village was when Cassian had told her that the snow had looked soft enough to make snow angels,

Nesta had given him a look that had told him, she wasn’t sure what he was talking about which had made them stop and now he was teaching her how to do one. Claiming it was an experience she had to try at some point in her life.

“Alright. All you have to do is move your arms and legs like so.” He instructed, Nesta watched how he moved moving his arms up and down and moving his legs slightly apart.

Melody looked up at him with interest trying to imitate his movements as Cassian chuckled.

“Very good, Little Warrior. You’ll be an expert at making snow angels in no time.”

Melody smiled up at him reaching her hand out before a look crossed her face. A loud sneeze sounding out of it.

“We should probably head inside soon. Get her a change of clothes and get her fed before we eat.” Nesta said.

“We’ll do it once we’re inside. Do a quick snow angels first.” Cassian replied as Nesta rolled her eyes moving in the way Cassian had showed her. She had to admit it was kind of fun.

Cassian sat up observing his work while Melody pointed to the snow angel he had made. Before they stood before Nesta, Cassian outstretching his free hand towards her and helping her up.

Snow clung to his hair, and she knew if she looked now it would be on her hair and clothes too, but she didn’t mind. Not when Cassian looked at her, pulling her closer to him and their daughter.

“A Winter Sunrise.” He mused.

She gave him a kiss on the cheek before looking at both their snow angels on the ground. They really did look beautiful.

“So was it that bad?” Cassian asked her pulling her closer to keep her warm from the winds chill.

“No. It was actually fun.” She confessed resting her head on his shoulder.

“Maybe if we have time tomorrow I can show you how to build a snowman.” He inquired.

“I’ve never made one.”

Cassian’s eyes widened as they walked towards the Winter Palace hand in hand.

“In that case, I’ll definitely put it on our checklist.”

When they arrived inside, they made their way to their room to change into warmer clothes that would be good for riding and snuggled Melody up as much as they could manage.

Melody stretched out on the bed in protest as Nesta tried to get her arm through one of her sleeves.

“Come on baby girl, work with me here.” She told her as Melody wiggled around some more.

“Mama, doesn’t want you to catch a cold.” She replied trying again as Cassian came up behind her putting a hand to her waist.

She wasn’t sure what he was doing, but it had distracted Melody enough to where she had looked up at him in curiosity so Nesta could get her arm through her sleeve.

“There. That wasn’t so bad now was it.” Nesta told her, picking her up and setting her down in her business until they were ready. She turned around to face Cassian who was staring at her with a love she had only seen from a select few in his eyes.

“What’s that look for?” She asked, only a few inches separating them.

“I just love seeing how amazing of a mother you are.” Cassian replied pulling them both close.

“You’re better at this than I am.” Nesta admitted.

“I’d say we’re both equals on this.” Cassian commented pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“We better head to the dining room before others wonder where we are.” She supplied. Cassian trailing kisses on her forehead and her nose before meeting her lips.

“We could be late by a couple of minutes.” Cassian suggested.

“We wouldn’t want to keep our new allies waiting. It’s bad form.” Nesta reminded him.

“True.” Cassian replied pressing a kiss to the side of her cheek. “But it still doesn’t mean I don’t want you all to myself for a night.”

“You’ll have me all to yourself tomorrow night.” She reminded him.

“Technically we’ll be with other people. We may still not get a moment to ourselves.”

Nesta shrugged, but knew she wanted to be alone with her mate too. It had been a while since he had taken her to bed. They were always busy. Either with Melody or their separate jobs, but Nesta knew it wasn’t a crime to want a night for just the two of them.

“If we come back tomorrow night, I can ask Feyre if she could watch her for the night.” She suggested. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I offered to babysit Nyx and give her a night off in return.”

“Seems plausible.” Cassian said stroking her back, tracing his fingers up her spine. She leaned into his touch.

“Let’s get to that dinner.” Cassian whispered in her ear moving away from her as she grabbed Melody and turned towards him.

He extended his hand out, Nesta took it, Melody in her arms as they walked down the stairs to where the rest of the group had gathered.

Melody watched with fascination as plates were filled and Nesta held her. Feyre, Rhys, and Nyx sat across from her Melody, and Cassian with Gwyn, Emerie, and Mor on her other side. Mor enthusiastically catching up with Vivianne on everything she could think of including her thought about the upcoming adoption.

“Aunt Mor is having a baby?” Nyx asked, his interest peaked. Feyre looked to Rhys to answer the question.

“She’s considering it.” Rhys answered as Nyx’s eyes flickered to Mor’s abdomen.

“Will it be like when Aunt Nes had her baby?” He asked.

“It’ll be a little different, but he’ll still be her baby.”

Nyx’s eyebrows punched in confusion before turning to his mother.

“Are you going to have another baby, mommy?”

Rhys bit back a chuckle. Feyre shot him a glare before turning her attention back to Nyx.

“At some point.” Feyre told him, Nyx’s face contorted in excitement.

“I hope I have a sister.” Nyx told her. Feyre laughed at that.

“You don’t want a baby brother?”

Nyx pondered this.

“Maybe, but then it wouldn’t be even. I mean you already have me and dad.” Nyx told her.

Cassian chuckled pulling Nesta in.

“I guess by Nyx’s logic will have a boy next.” Cassian told her, she rolled her eyes.

“We’re not having another baby for at least another decade.” She told him snuggling Melody closer. “I want as much time with her as possible before we bring another child into this world.”

“Noted.” Cassian answered an amused smile on his face.

Even Vivianne smiled at the conversation, her hand resting on her abdomen.

Cassian scooped a bit of chicken off Nesta’s plate offering it to her so she could hold Melody. Melody looked at it with interest.

Nyx’s attention left his mother and went to Holly beside him. She was still working at producing snowflakes, even though Melody had lost interest and had instead started to look at the food, Nyx was still very interested.

“What else can you do?” He asked her, she looked up at him tilting her head to the side.

“So far this.” She showed him “but who knows what I’ll be able to accomplish when I’m older.”

Nyx nodded. Holly tilted her eyes to the side.

“What can you fo with your powers?” She asked. Feyre and Rhys stiffened slightly. Nesta knew the question was asked out of mild curiosity, but they still were cautious.

“It’s hard to explain.” Nyx told her looking down. This seemed as good as any answer to tell her as she went back to what she had been doing previously.

Feyre’s earlier smile had vanished gazing at her son. Nesta knew exactly why. Feyre did not wish for Nyx to hide any part of himself, but when Feyre and Nesta had two children with immense power. It was hard to put them at risk like that.

“Do you like horses too?” He asked Holly. The other child paused in what she was doing.

“I prefer reindeer, but horses are great too.”

Nyx’s eyes widened. “You-You have reindeer?”

Even Gwyn had paused to hear this interaction. Her interest peaked.

“Not during this season no, but when Winter is at its fiercest then we have them. You should come during Solstice. It’s amazing here.”

Nyx looked at his mother for answers.

“Perhaps this solstice we can come down and see what it’s like in the Winter Court.”

Her eyes flickered to Vivianne and Kallis in question.

“It truly is a sight to see.” Kallis remarked, a loving glance towards Vivianne.

“You all should come and celebrate it with us. We are allies now after all.”

“We’ll definitely keep it in mind.” Rhys answered, handing Nyx a napkin to clean the food that had spilled on his shirt.

Melody whined softly from Nesta’s arms wanting her mother’s attention. Nesta rummaged in Melody’s bag until she found a one of Melody’s baby toys.

Melody grabbed it jiggling it with interest. The toy keeping her distracted while Cassian gave Nesta another bite of her food.

When dinner was finished, the group layered up in as much as they could, Nyx going into Feyre’s arms as Rhys pulled them closer.

“Are you ready to have some fun my little warrior?” Cassian asked, his smile as bright as the dawn.

Melody leaned back far enough to see her father. A toothless smile forming on her face.

“I take that as a yes.” He cooed pulling her and Nesta closer. “Alright Ladies, time to head out.”

Melody pointed up to the skies, her wings fluttering with excitement as a snowflake dropped on her nose. She looked at Nesta with her hazel blue eyes, pointing up again, wanting Nesta to look at what she was looked at.

Nesta turned her face to the skies pointing up to the sky as well, snowflakes falling on her face, a small laugh falling from her lips.

Cassian heard his mate’s laugh, looking at his mate and his child. Nesta looking up to the skies at whatever Melody was pointing at. If he could capture this moment he would.

It was then that Feyre walked over to him looking at the scene before them.

“It’s always these moments that are the most beautiful. The moments that I love to paint the most.” Feyre commented.

“I don’t know how you decide which ones you want to paint. Every moment with Nesta and our child are memories I want to keep. Things that I never want to forget.” He revealed he looked down at the snow. “What if I end up losing them?”

Feyre turned to him. Her face pale.

“You won’t.” She assured him placing a hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t know that. No one ever does, Koschei already got to them once. I know those memories still haunt Nesta. If I had stayed in that garden with her, or room her with me inside-“

“She would have still went into labor. And Koschei would have still tried to get to her. You can’t change what’s already been done Cassian.”

“But I can fight like hell to protect them while I still can.” He answered.

“No one would expect any less.” Feyre replied looking at Rhys and Nyx. Rhysand lifting Nyx into the air.

“Do you still worry? About what others may do for your son’s power?”

She looked at him. “All the time, but I know I can’t let the fear win. What life would my son live if I did?”

“Do you think we let the fear of Koschei win when we moved to Windhaven?” Cassian asked Feyre shook her head.

“I think you two sacrificed what you needed to, to protect your baby girl. To give her a life that you two never had. With parents who love her unconditionally. With parents who love her enough to sacrifice everything to keep her safe.”

“What if it’s still not enough?” He asked.

“Then we’ll all get through it. Together.”

The sound of hooves interrupted what Cassian was going to say next. As the horse pulled up, Kallis assisting Vivianne off of one while a woman who looked similar to Vivianne got off the other horse with Holly. This woman had not been at dinner with the rest of them. But Mor perked up at the sight of her racing towards her and embracing her.

“Noelle!” Mor smiled pulling away, she looked over to Emerie. “This is Noelle, Vivianne’s sister.”

“It’s nice to meet you all.” She greeted them. Looking over to Melody and Nyx. “Is it their first time interacting with horses?”

“Nyx has pet horses before, but Melody has never seen one up close.” Rhys answered catching Nesta’s attention. Melody was still looking at the horse with uncertainty.

“It’s okay, my love.” Nesta soothed her. Melody’s bottom lip began to tremble, the horse tilted its head to the side.

Nesta walked to the horse, her hand outstretched towards it, careful not to startle it. She let the horse sniff her hand, getting used to her scent before she pet the horse. The horse nudging his head to Nesta’s hand.

“See my beautiful Melody. There’s no harm here.”

Melody locked eyes with the horse, her tiny hand reaching out towards it. The horse neighed coming closer to Nesta and Melody.

Cassian watched, his eyes widening at the sight as Melody began to glow, illuminating Nesta’s skin in the process.

The others watched in awe as Melody rested her hand on the horse. The horse neighing in delight, Melody’s babbles filling their ears as Noelle gasped.

“It can’t be…I haven’t heard about a power like that in centuries.” She gaped.

This caught Nesta’s attention as she turned to Noelle, the glow fading from her skin. Melody’s babbles still going on.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

Noelle straightened, “your daughter. She can communicate with animals.”

“I mean anyone can talk to animals.”

“No I mean she can telepathically talk to animals. It’s an extension of daemati powers. And your daughter…she’s not just a healer is she?”

“Where did you hear she was a healer?” Nesta asked.

“Words travel fast throughout the courts, but that doesn’t answer my question.”

Nesta opened and closed her mouth hesitating. Cassian went up to her, touching the small of her back. Faith. They had to have faith.

“She-has the power of life.” Nesta admitted.

Noelle’s eyes widened. “That would explain how she can communicate with animals and heal.”

“The butterflies.” Cassian whispered. Nesta turned to look at him. “She had a swarm of them surrounding her. It’s her power.”

Nesta’s eyes widened, holding Melody closer. Melody touched her mother’s face trying to help her distress.

Cassian stepped closer pulling them into his embrace.

“There’s so much-“ Nesta started grabbing her daughter’s hand, the wrapped around her fingers. “There’s so much that we still don’t know about this power of hers. Hell I’m even still trying to figure mine out. How is it possible that someone with the power of death gave birth to a daughter whose power is life?”

“The universe requires balance.” Noelle answered making Nesta stiffen.

“What do you mean?” Nesta asked.

“You have the power of death, your power needs a balance. Therefore your daughter is that balance. She is life.”

Nesta exhaled looking down at her child. “She hasn’t even had her first birthday yet.”

Cassian arms pulled them closer.

“She’s not even six months old and her powers are-“

Cassian held her channeling the bond as Feyre spoke.

“Perhaps we should go for that ride now. It is getting rather cold out and we wouldn’t want the kids to be outside for too long.”

Nesta threw Feyre a thankful glance as they boarded one of the carriages. Nesta resting her hand on Cassian’s shoulder holding Melody close.

Melody yawned trying but failing to fight sleep as she fell asleep on Nesta’s chest.

“I can take her if your arms need a break.” Cassian told her.

“It’s alright. I-I want to hold onto her for now.” She told him looking down at her daughters face. Peace filling it.

Feyre, Nyx, and Rhys sitting across from them. Feyre reached over and grasped one of Nesta’s hands. A silent conversation going through their heads. Nesta relaxed slightly.

Nesta looked out the window, the city flooding with lights .Nesta smiled looking dazzled. A city full of winter lights. Cassian slipped his hand in hers, holding onto it. Gazing down at his daughter sleeping.

When the ride was over, Nesta and Cassian got out of the carriage waving goodbye to Rhys, Feyre, and Nyx. Nesta looked towards the horse, Vivianne was now petting him as Nesta walked towards them.

“What’s his name?” She asked Vivianne surprising Cassian.

Vivianne turned towards her.

“His name is chestnut.” Vivianne replied. “He really seemed to like Melody.”

“Well as you know she does have a way with animals.”

Vivianne smiled.

“Butterflies?” She asked.

“It was the most mesmerizing thing I had ever seen.” Nesta replied.

“Nesta. May I tell you something?” She asked.

“Yes.” Nesta replied.

“Her power is a gift. And every power has its terrifying parts, but I feel like your daughter will love an extraordinary life. This is a good thing Nesta. Even if it does have its hard parts.”

“Thank you.” Nesta told her pulling her into a hug.

“Don’t mention it.” Vivianne told her pulling away. “Now I wouldn’t want to keep you and your family waiting. We’ll set out in the morning.”

“We’ll see you then.”

Nesta walked towards Cassian as he slipped his hand into hers. His touch feeling reassuring as they walked hand in hand uncertain of what the future would hold.

Chapter Text

After Nesta and Cassian dropped Melody off at Feyre’s room, giving a tear filled goodbye to their baby girl even if it was just going to be for a day, Cassian and Nesta grabbed their coats and set off for the city of Haven’s Hollow.

Nesta had figured out they would travel to the city by carriage since no one could winnow in for safety reasons, so they would be spending a good hour or two in one.

When they got to the place they would meet the others, Gwyn waved them over looking perky and cheerful. She had almost forgotten that Gwyn was a morning person. While Emerie appeared as if she would rather be sleeping. Nesta herself had not been a morning person, but having a baby that woke up at different hours of the morning or afternoon had taught her that she slept whenever her child did. So mornings didn’t bother her as much anymore.

Jora, Annika, and Talia huddled together steaming cups of hot chocolate in their hands as they talked about the previous night. Bits of conversation floating over to Nesta from Jora teasing Annika about a guy Annika had met when they were at the village last night. Annika had replied that it was nothing, but the fierce blush on her cheeks told Nesta a different story.

Nesta turned away noting that it wasn’t her conversation to listen to as Cassian threw his arm over her shoulder pulling her closer to share his warmth. His body heat sending shivers down her spine making her think of a roaring fire going with their body heat keeping each other warm. His flesh on her flesh as he-

“I can smell you mate.” He whispered to her, her own blush creeping against her cheeks. She hoped others would think it was just from the wind chill.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nesta replied more quickly than she had intended. A sly grin crossing his face as he leaned down to her ear, so only she could hear.

“So you’re not thinking about me with my head between your legs?”

Well she hadn’t been before, but now that he had mentioned it-two could play at this game.

“Actually, I was thinking about my mouth on your cock, but that works too.”

A low growl escaped from his throat as she leaned forward, her hand to his chest as she drew a finger over it.

“Save that for the bedroom later.” She instructed Cassian looked more than willing to oblige.

He stepped away from her as if they hadn’t been causally discussing pleasuring each other. Perhaps that one move that he had showed her where they both took their pleasure from each other at the same time would come in handy tonight.

She didn’t dwell too much on the thought as Gwyn came over to them looking in between the two like they couldn’t fool her.

“Are you two excited?” She asked, a grin on her face.

“In more ways than one.” Cassian muttered as Nesta playfully smacked him. The implication didn’t seem to bother Gwyn.

“Are you nervous?” She asked as Nesta heard the carriages draw near.

“More than words can say.” She replied pulling her coat closer as the wind threw a chill out. She couldn’t wait to warm up. Even if the heat was from all the people who would be in the carriage.

“They’re sending three carriages for us.” Gwyn told her as if answering her thoughts.

“Three?” Nesta asked surprise filling her voice. She had expected them to take one very big one for the journey.

“Yeah there’s going to be one for me, Kallis, and Emerie since Vivianne is going to stay home with Holly. and then the second carriage will be for Jora, Talia, and Annika. And the last carriage will be for you and Cassian.” She answered with a wink. An actual wink.

Nesta felt a blush creep across her cheeks. From the look on Cassian’s face it seemed like this wouldn’t be the only time she’d be blushing today.

“Do you know what will happen when we get there?” Nesta asked pulling the cloak closer to herself. Cassian drew her near to assist her with his body heat. Those massive wings of his acting as a shield against the wind chill.

“Kallis will talk to the guards to grant us entrance to the city where we’ll be taken to the inn will be staying it. Where we’ll meet about five or six of their army there. And be given about two to three hours to freshen up or do whatever with our time before we set out for the temple.”

Nesta knew the mean behind Gwyn’s ‘or whatever’ as she felt Cassian’s hand slid up her back oh so slightly. Perhaps some time in the carriage alone would sate him until they got there. They just had to be respectful. And keep it to a bare minimum.

The carriages pulled up as Kallis opened the door to his stepping out. He looked regal on his winter formal wear. As good looking as a high lord should be as he glanced around.

“Do we have everyone?” He asked Nesta, who nodded.

“In that case lets hit the road.”

Nesta shivered slightly as her head looked towards the carriage windows taking in the scenery before her. The evergreen trees more prominent in this area covered in snow. It looked more beautiful than the town that Kallis and Vivianne had chosen to reside in. Although they still had an hour left of their journey.

Nesta put down the book she had been working on as Cassian’s gaze swept down the length of her body.

“Something on your mind, mate?” She asked. A challenge in her voice as Cassian took a look at what had been in her hands.

“A ton of things. Most importantly what you’re reading.” He answered. A sly answer. But this time she wouldn’t answer with her usual response.

“Oh you know. Just a book about a princess and her knight in shining armor.” She answered.

“Really? What part are you on?” He asked knowing exactly what part she was on based off her scent. The shift in it.

Instead of answering, she handed him her book. With a wicked grin he took the novel from her hands and began to skim it lightly.

“Impressive.” He added. “But not as impressive as the things I’ve done to you.”

“What about the things you will do?” Nesta asked. Her heart pounding at the thought.

Cassian drew a finger over the curve of her breast making her breath hitch. His finger dipped slightly past her bra barely missing her nipple. How she wanted that one finger there. How she longed for it. For his mouth to occupy it even if the touch of his lips and tongue may be sensitive on them. She wanted him anywhere she could get him.

“What’s on your mind, mate?” He growled pulling her closer having no doubt he could almost taste her arousal for him in the air.

“You know exactly what’s on my mind.” She gasped out. His fingers missing her nipple yet again. She wanted him to touch her. Really touch her.

He leaned in, close enough to where there was barely enough room between the two of them.

“I want to hear you say it.” He told her. His hands escaping from where they were, landing on her hips and pulling her to him so she could feel his hardened length. She gasped.

“I…I…”

His hand snakes up her thigh, bunching up her skirts as his hand traveled up the bare flesh of her thigh feeling the heat from her need for him on his hand. From the darkness of his eyes, she knew that he knew exactly what she wanted him to do.

“I didn’t quite catch that sweetheart.” He challenged spreading her legs further to where they were encircling his waist. She felt him again. The thought of her driving his basic instincts wild. If it had been just the two of them on this trip, she knew that he would take her in this carriage right here, right now. Hell, there was even a small part of her that still wished he would.

“I want you.” Nesta whispered to him pressing her lips softly to his, but she knew soft kisses were the last thing he wanted.

“I want to taste you.” Cassian rasped, his fingers looking for the line of her underwear. He didn’t find any. He growled in satisfaction.

“Something wrong?” She mused, a wicked look on his face.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to sit properly for weeks.”

“You can’t do that right here.” She teased loving that she could do this with him. “It might get messy. And no matter if we’re in another carriage or not they might be able to hear us. To see the carriage rocking from the impact of our…what would you call it. Love making. No, I can tell you don’t want to be that gentle.”

His finger nails dug in at the thought, the sweetest edge of pain that thrilled her to her bones,

“Because you don’t want to make love to me right now. You want to fuck me as much as I want to fuck you. And you want no interruptions while you’re filling me with your seed.”

Cassian looked down at the swells of her breast. His length painfully hard against her, his breath ragged.

“It’s a good thing you’re on protection.” He told her causing her to pause. For whatever reason that one sentence drove her wild. She tilted her head to the side urging him to continue.

“Because it’s been a while and judging off the shift in your scent, I know exactly what your body is doing right now.”

Her breath turned heavy. Unlike fae periods which were only twice a year and still fairly painful, obviation still happened once a month for fae. And this was around her time.

“Lucky us. We may want to be careful though.” She told him. “You may accidentally get me pregnant again.”

“Then we’ll have to be extra careful.” He claimed slipping his fingers into her folds making her gasp as he drew them back, his fingers glistening with her wetness.

“Just a taste.” He whispered. Sucking on his fingers. Moaning at the taste of them. “Even after all these years, you are still the best thing I have ever tasted.”

Short gasps fell from her lips as she surged forward capturing his lips with hers, tasting herself on his tongue.

He grasped her ass, hauling her closer to him, showering her in hungry kisses. His fingers remained where they were. Even if her mind gave her the image of him pumping those talented fingers into her.

“Cassian.” She gasped out. She needed him.

“Nesta.” He breathed. His control almost as shaky as hers, she wondered if they would even make it there before he took her in this carriage.

“Not here.” He urged. “Not yet. When I fuck you into oblivion I don’t want it to be in a crowded carriage.”

“Then what should we do to relieve ourselves until then?” She asked trailing kisses against his neck.

“Definitely not that.” Cassian stated his head dropping to his seat to expose more of his throat to her. She ran her hands over his hair, he leaned into her touch. The strands of it silky through her fingers.

She reached out, her hand stroking his wing slightly enough to tease as he straightened pulling her closer as his teeth sank into her neck making her gasp in pleasure.

“Careful mate. Those are sensitive.” He gasped out crushing his lips to hers.

“I know.” She told him, a smirk on her lips.

His hand ran up her thigh again. “When we get to that inn-“

“I know.” She finished for him, her hand running over his hardened length as she kissed him and pulled away.

She took a deep breath calming herself as she grasped his hand so she didn’t have to stop touching him.

He pulled her close. She put her head on his shoulder looking out to the scenery once more eagerly awaiting the end of their travels.

The carriage pulled to a stop jerking Nesta awake as she looked around letting her eyes adjust to their new surroundings.

"What happened? Why did we stop?" She asked picking her head off his shoulder and stretching herself out. Napping in a carriage was not the best idea in retrospect.

"We're on the outskirts of Haven's Hollow now, Kallis is talking with them right now so they could help bring down the magical wards to let us in."

Nesta nodded looking out the window. The concealed city residing somewhere in this field of emptiness and evergreen trees. Blind to the eyes of any traveler thanks to the magic that concealed it.

Nesta continued to stare at it, observing the snowflakes that fell lightly onto the snow. Cassian’s hand stroking hers making her wish that his hands were on other places. Soon. She told herself. Soon his lips would get a taste of her desire. Soon she would have his aching cock in her mouth. She could have sworn she saw it staring against his pants. As if his thoughts were thinking the same as hers.

Before Nesta could say anything, an illuminating light cut into her vision stunning her as she shielded her eyes from the brightness. The horse outside neighed in response as the carriage moved again and Nesta’s eyes adjusted to the city before her. Her mouth agape at the stunning beauty of it all.

The village that they had been in before had been stunning. But this-this was more than Nesta could explain.

Several lights rounded the evergreen trees inside the city, the city itself abuzz with lights and life. Several shops and houses were decorated with hanging lifts to give the effect of falling snowflakes as the lights complemented the snow outside.

Nesta’s eyes widened taking in the town. The civilians glanced at the carriages that hosted them inside the town as the wards surrounding it sealed off again. Nesta breathed a sigh of amazement as she felt the sensation that Cassian was taking her in.

“It’s-It’s magnificent.”

And it was not even winter solstice in the Night Court had looked like this. She wished she had brought their daughter only so she could also experience this. Perhaps one day she would.

“Legend has it that Haven’s Hollow is the City of Angels and Saints here. It’s why the temple is located here.” Cassian explained to her.

The name sounded fitting to Nesta as she stared through the window of the horse drawn carriage taking in all the lights that she could before they came to a stop at the center of the town. A few patrons stopped when they did craning their necks to see who the royal visitors were. She knew these carriages bore the Winter Court crest on them. A symbol of royalty.

The driver stepped out first, opening the carriage for Kallias as Nesta saw most of the patrons smile at their High Lords presence. Kallias straightened his coat waving at his subjects, some of the children waved back in delight. Their smiles illuminating their face. Kallis offered his hand helping Gwyn out of the carriage. The citizens of Haven's Hollow looked upon Gwyn with interest studying her as Emerie exited the carriage next.

A few gasp came out of the children's mouths warranting a few chased looks from their mothers or fathers. Emerie looked forward knowing deep down that the children had meant no harm from it. They probably hadn't seen an illyrian before in their life. Had probably never known a life outside of the Winter Court in general. The driver shut the door as the others waited for the next carriage. Annika, Jora. and Talia exited the next carriage, not seeming to be bothered by the stares that they were getting as they joined the others. Cassian turned to her.

"Ready, Mate?" He asked as the carriage door opened gesturing for them to get out and to watch their step.

Cassian stepped out first outstretching his wings to keep them from cramping up from being in the carriage for too long. Nesta heard the gasp from the children, one even tugging on their mother's skirts and pointing with interest. Cassian extended out a hand to her, she grasped it, going down the steps as carefully as she could manage making her way to him.

"Thank you." She said softly to him. His hand didn't leave hers.

"Always." He promised. intertwining their hands as they walked forward.

The inn was a gorgeous brick building with open windows, warm golden string lights bathed it as if they were walking through the snowfall itself. Nesta climbed up the steps holding onto Cassian's hand every step of the way. The doors with multiple windows on them opened bathing them in more light as Nesta let her eye sight adjust. Warm candle light bathed the front entrance, the sleepy male attendant at the front desk straightened upon the sight of Kalias. Giving him a graceful bow.

"You may rise," Kallias ordered as the male straightened.

"How may I be of assistance, My Lord?" The male asked.

"I need..."Kallias turned to them. "How many rooms do you think we need?"

"Nesta and I can share a room." Cassian told him, squeezing Nesta's hand slightly. She squeezed it back.

"Emerie and I won't mind sharing a room." Gwyn stated, Emerie nodded in agreement.

Kallias looked to the others. It was Annika who spoke up.

"As long as there's at least two beds we'll be fine sharing a room together." Annika stated.

Kallias nodded turning to the male. "Four rooms it is. I'll also need access to the conference room whenever my general arrives."

"Why wait?" A female voice stated as they turned around to see where it had come from.

A tall woman stood there, her dark brown skin bathed in the glow of the lights surrounding her. Her white hair was braided down past her shoulders as she shrugged off her long coat turning her light grey eyes over to Kallias and the others looking every bit of the warrior that she was. Nesta assumed that this was the general in question.

"Well Lord Kallis, are you just going to stand there or are you going to introduce me to our guest?" The woman asked stepping in closing the doors behind her. as she whipped snow from her hair.

"Of course, I was waiting until you were out of the freezing cold to do so." Kallias said with a smile embracing the woman before he turned to the others.

"I would like you to meet the general of our armies, Marcella. You'll be getting to know her during our quest to the temple tonight."

"You must be the Valkyrie that Kallias and Viviane have been raving about." Marcella said, her eyes assessing everyone in the room until she landed on her. "And you must be Nesta Archeron."

Nesta looked at the Marcella somewhat shocked.

“You know of me?” Nesta asked. Marcella nodded.

“It’s hard not to. Considering you are partially responsible for Hybern’s death and managed to survive the blood right. That and a few of us heard your scream throughout the lands when that was happening.”

Nesta swallowed remembering how she had unmade the queen. At first she thought it had been her powers she had taken from the cauldron, but now with everything she knew she wondered if there was more to it than that.

Cassian shifted his stance as if he was remembering that time. She wondered if that time still haunted him like other times in his past did. Wondered if he remembered the sheer terror in those moments. How he fought Brialynn’s control enough to where he had turned the knife on himself rather than live a second of his life without her. Sometimes those memories haunted her too.

Marcella noticed there silence and looked over to Kallis. Who turned to her.

“Where are the others?” He asked changing the subject which Nesta was grateful for.

“Ambrose and Calliope will be joking us when we head put for the tunnels in a couple of hours.” She told Kallis. “They’re looking forward to meeting all of you and exchanging stories.”

Marcella took a step forward towards Gwyn and Emerie.

“I’ve also heard about you two. How you both won the rite. It seems like quite the accomplishment.” She told them. Gwyn smiled looking uneasy, but stood firm as did Emerie.

“Let’s just say the males think twice before mocking how the Valkyrie train.” Emerie stated, flashing her teeth.

Kallis collected the keys from the desk and handed them the keys.

“I’m going to take a nap and freshen up.” Kallis told them as Cassian took their key to the room looking at the number on it. “We’ll meet in the conference room at 7 and then head put to the temple.”

They nodded their understanding before Kallis went to his suite. Talia turned to the others looking weary and tired.

“I think I’m going to take a nap as well. Carriage rides make me nauseous.” She stated as Annika and Jora followed her.

“I’m going to use this free time to grab some lunch. Did you want to join?”

“Emerie and I are in.” Gwyn told her looking to Nesta and Cassian. “What about you two?”

Nesta and Cassian looked at each other, the basic urge from a few moments ago propelling her forward.

“I think we’re going to stay here. Get some alone time while we can.” Nesta told them. Gwyn nodded her understanding.

“Have fun you two.” Emerie teased as they made their way out the door.

Cassian held up the keys looking down at her with a hungry gaze.

“What do you say mate? Are you ready to check out our room?”

Nesta’s back clashed with the door slamming it shut as Cassian aligned his body with hers claiming her lips with his own, every primal instinct within him growing lose.

She had barely stepped foot over the threshold, when he had decided to claim her. His lips pressing hungry kisses into hers, her arms encircling his neck and pulling him closer as if she tried hard enough she could crawl into his skin. The thought of that contact driving her to the brink. Unleashing an inner part of herself that had laid dormant for so long.

His hands thrusted into her hair, twining his hands into it. Pulling on her scalp light enough to where she felt that painful pleasure she always yearned for. She moaned into his mouth. His kisses swallowing it before she felt his hands go to her torso.

She thought he had been going to squeeze her breast before he whispered into her mouth.

“Did you bring any other dresses besides this one?”

“If that’s your subtle way of asking if you could rip this dress from my body, then the answer is yes.” She gasped out needing him in more ways than he could imagine.

In just a flash, Cassian grasped onto the front of her dress ripping it open with ease. The dress feel to the floor in tattered pieces leaving her in only her slip.

Her breath hitched at the feel of it as he pulled her to him looking down at her to continue. She nodded pulling him to her in a hungry kiss.

Cassian gathered her in his arms using the door as support.

“Hang on tight, Mate.” He instructed as her arms looped around his neck clinging to him as tightly as she could.

His hands left her body going towards her slip one hand undoing the ties of her slip as the other racked up the slip from her thighs to where it rested on her stomach.

She looked down between their bodies expecting him to start undoing his leathers so he could fuck her right against this door, but that hadn’t been what was on Cassian’s mind.

He undid her slip, letting the remainder of it spill against her waist. Baring her breast to him. Cassian’s breath caught, tilting his head so his mouth was upon her neck.

She moaned at the touch there, his hand going to her breast massaging it with his hand. Knowing that they often ached from how full they were. He knew if he did anything she didn’t like, she would tell him.

He bit down on her neck warranting a gasp from her lips. He sucked on that God’s damned spot as Nesta arched into him making sure to make contact with his hardened length as he growled in pleasure.

“Don’t worry mate. You’ll be able to feel that soon enough.”

He went back to the exploration of her body. His kisses growing urgent. More primal than he had been in a while. And by the Gods did she love every moment of it.

“Cassian.” She breathed.

His hands moved to her hair again letting it down so that it tumbled down to her waist.

“Now that’s a sight to see.” He stated capturing her lips. “I can’t wait until I have you trembling underneath me.”

Nesta gave a low laugh.

“Not if you’re trembling underneath me first, mate.”

Cassian looked at her, a wicked smile on his face.

“Is that your subtle way of saying that you want to ride me, Nes?”

She drew a finger over his visible tattoos. “Perhaps.”

Cassian grinned hoisting her up and kissing her. Growing more urgent as time passed. His hands grasped her ass making sure that she was secure as he said.

“I don’t think I can wait until we’re on a proper bed, mate.”

“Then fuck me where you wish.” Nesta rasped out, lost in the white hot fire that was his kiss.

Cassian accepted that answer as she felt him mull her from the door. Capturing her lips back on his, she heard a couple of glasses getting knocked from somewhere hoping that Cassian hadn’t broken anything in the heat of their passion.

She felt her back on a cold wooden surface. To small to be a kitchen table, but just wide enough to take her on. She heard the roar of the fire in the background as Cassian broke his kiss making her whimper. She wanted to keep kissing him.

“I’ll be back there soon, mate. I just want a snack first.” He told her, his grin widening. Her chest heaved in response. Her heart pounding against her rib cage.

“What if I wanted something to do with my mouth as well?” She inquired, placing her hand on his cock. He groaned in response. His cock strained tightly against his leathers as if begging to be set free.

“Let me pleasure you while you pleasure me.” She responded. He looked down inbetween their bodies as if he could see the wetness gathering between her thighs for him.

Cassian flipped her on top of him as she felt him underneath her. The thrill of being on top of him consuming her.

“Help me.” She told him. Gesturing to his leathers as he sat up. She slipped her hands to his shirt helping him pull it up being careful of his wings as her hands ran across the swirls of his tattoos. Feeling his muscles underneath.

“I am going to fuck you into oblivion, Cass.”

“Looking forward to it, Nes.” He said slamming his mouth to hers.

Nesta's hands went to his leathers unfastening the buttons and stays. Slipping her hand into them to touch him. Cassian shuddered in pleasure as she moved her hand up and down his shaft feeling the softness of his skin. Her mouth salivating at the thought of having him in her mouth. Cassian kicked off his leathers laying naked underneath her, she took in the beauty of the man underneath her tracing his scars and tattoos.

"I'm ready for you, mate." She growled out.

Cassian lifted his hand cupping her breast, making her gasp at the pleasure.

"Then bring yourself over here, Mate. Let's see who reaches their peak first."

"Take me by the fire first." She instructed him. He looked over to the roaring fire.

"Are you sure?" He asked caressing her cheek.

"Yes."

Cassian gathered her in his arms moving her towards the fire. He looked down beside it.

"One second." He told her looking around as he grabbed a blanket from the bed throwing it to the floor by the fire. He laid them down by the fire. On a blanket that felt like soft down, she looked up at him desire in his hazel brown eyes. She knew her own matched his. He flipped himself over to where his head rested hovering above her thighs as he ran his hand down her thigh.

"Spread your legs wide for me, Mate."

Nesta spread herself as wide as she could go for him grasping his cock and pumping it. His hard length pulsating underneath her finger tips. Cassian's head dipped in between her thighs, his tongue sweeping up her folds. She cried out in pleasure almost losing her concentration before her tongue darted out licking the tip of his cock loving the taste of him. He moaned out the sensation reverberating through her.

She took him in her mouth, gliding it up and down his shaft. Using her hand to pleasure the parts her mouth couldn't reach. Cassian's own mouth grew more ravenous. More urgent to consume her. No inch of her was left uncovered by his glorious mouth. No part of her wasn't burning with that undeniable fire between them. Her head emptied of all other thoughts giving into her basic human instincts to please and receive pleasure. She took him further. Sucking and licking his cock until it was coated.

His nails dug into her thighs to indicate that he was close. She wanted him to come inside her mouth. She wanted to devour his seed. She wanted him to come. Her eyes flickered to his wings. To the spots where he had showed her to touch so he would come with ease. His head was still between her legs. Still feasting on her like he could be there for days and never want to stop. His fingers slipped into her making her gasp on his cock at the sensation. He thrusted deeper into her mouth, she weathered him, reaching out her hand to stroke his wings.

He added another finger into her making her sob in pleasure. She was close. So close. And he Gods damned knew it too.

"Come with me, Nes." He growled.

She felt the orgasm ripple through her as she reached her hands over his wings making him cry out in pleasure. She felt the first splashes of his orgasm on her tongue, she continued to suck on him, consuming every bit of his seed that she could until he had finished. She turned on her side, panting heavily as Cassian laid on his turning so they could be laying side by side. He kissed her lips letting her taste her orgasm on his lips. The urgency still there. She knew it would take several times for them to be fully sated.

Nesta climbed on top of him pressing her lips to his.

"Are you still in the mood?" She asked him pressing another sweet kiss to his mouth, running her fingers through the silky strands of his hair. Cassian grinned up at her.

"I'm always in the mood for you." Cassian told her their mouth meeting in a feverous kiss. "What are you waiting for Mate? Join our bodies together."

She guided him to her entrance placing him inside of her. She moaned at the size of him, his massive cock stretching her out as she sank down onto him. His hands went to her hips as she moved her hips feeling every inch of him inside of her. Gods. She had missed this. Missed impaling herself on his length moving up and down, the pleasure of him underneath her body as she rolled her hips making him moan out in pleasure.

His nails dug into her waist looking up at her as if she were a goddess, she threw her head back moaning as his hands traveled to her breast squeezing them as one snaked to her hair intertwining in it.

"My turn." He growled flipping them over so that he was on top of her, moving her legs up to his shoulder as he entered her once more hitting the deepest part of her that he could mange in that position.

Nesta moaned as Cassian leaned down to her ear. "Don't worry Nes, there's plenty of my seed still left for you to be covered in it."

Nesta smiled at the words, pulling him down to her in a kiss before he thrusted into her, the force of it sinking her down into the blanket. She bared her neck to him, his lips finding it as she arched her back into his touch. Her legs quivered at the force of her oncoming orgasm, but she didn't want to reach it without him.

"Cassian." She cried out. His wings flared out as his eyes flashed with the intensity that she knew all to well.

"You know what to do, Mate."

She stroked his wings running her mouth over them as Cassian barreled into her, her own orgasm meeting his as she felt his essence flow down her thighs. Her body went limp with pleasure before Cassian pulled her to him. Keeping her close, throwing the blanket over them as she placed her head on his chest trying to catch her breath.

"That was-" She started, breath heavy.

"I know." He stated pressing a kiss to the side of her forehead. His fingers running through her hair. He had always loved her hair.

The fire kept them warm as they took turns giving each other loving and tender kisses that had turned into a round of love making by the fire. When they were fully sated, Nesta looked over at the clock.

"We should probably get dressed." She said looking over at their suitcase.

"Are you ready for this?" He asked leaning his forehead to hers.

She gazed into his eyes running her hand through his hair. "Let's go see The Mother."

After they had changed and bathed, Nesta and Cassian headed down to the conference room hand in hand. Nesta had changed into her newest leathers so that she could maneuver around the temple easier. And had rearranged her hair into a braid not having enough time to put it back up into her usual style. She didn’t mind it however. Sometimes it was nice to have a change.

Cassian opened the door, letting Nesta walk in first as his eyes examined the room.

“Don’t worry general. The room is perfectly safe.” Marcella assured him with a smile.

“You can never be too careful.” He answered sliding his hand back into Nesta’s.

“We’re just waiting for Ambrose and Calliope to get here.” Marcella told them as a sharp knock sounded at the door.

“Speaking of the devils.” Marcella smiled heading towards the door as she let another woman and a male inside. The male taller than her with curly black hair, an olive complexion, and green eyes. His smile broadened as he pulled Marcella into a hug.

“Hey Mar.” He told her. She returned the hug quickly before stepping out of his embrace.

“How many times do I have to tell you Ambrose. Amongst our new allies, I’m Marcella.”

“Whatever you say General Marcella.” He said with a wink earning an eye roll from the woman beside him. Her chestnut brown hair going down to her waist. Unbound. This must have been Calliope and Ambrose.

“It looks like we’re all set.” Marcella turned to them. Kallis sitting up as they walked over to where the carriages were. The temple was on the outskirts of the city but still within easy access to those who wished to visit.

Cassian slid his hand back in Nesta’s as they walked to where the carriages were located,

Marcella pulled out a map rolling it out so that they could all glance at it.

“We’ll be going five miles north of here. And once we get to the temple we’ll decide the next course of action.”

They gathered in their carriages, Nesta taking the time to take deep relaxing breaths. Preparing herself for what she might encounter.

Cassian grasped her hand, making circles on her hand with his thumb to take her mind off of things. Lending her strength at the time she needed it most.

“No matter what we hear in that temple we’ll be a step closer to finding a way to defeat Kosheci.” Cassian muttered to her.

“What if she tells us nothing?”

“Then that’s one less lead we have. Either way it’s something. We’ll go back to the drawing board. Even if we have to make an impromptu trip to the day court to look within Helion’s thousand libraries. We’ll find a way, Nesta Archeron. I promise.”

Nesta nodded keeping their hands intertwined.

“I’m glad that the mother chose you as my mate.” She told him. Cassian smiled.

“I’m glad we found each other. I’m glad that fate brought me to you even if our start was a little rocky.”

Nesta let out a low laugh. “Is that what you call it?”

Cassian shrugged, the smile never leaving his face.

“You were worth it.” He promised her, placing a kiss on her lips.

“So were you.” She whispered kissing him back.

The carriage stopped as he pulled away opening the door before the driver could. He stepped out grasping Nesta gently by the waist and lifting her out of the carriage. They walked hand in hand to where the others stood by the front of the temple.

Nesta looked up at the interior of ice touching the side of it and pulling her hand back when she was met with a bitter sort of cold. Real ice. This temple was made out of real ice.

“I was about to warn you away from doing that.” Calliope stated. A pack laying on her shoulder. “It is made put of real ice after all. It could cut your hand if your not careful.”

Nesta nodded her understanding keeping her hands to herself as she looked at the entrance.

“How are we going to get in?”

Marcella looked at the others.

“A couple of us will go inside while a few man guard our here. I’ll keep Ambrose and Calliope put here if you want to send two of yours to guard the back entrance.”

Nesta nodded looking over to where Gwyn, Emerie, Annika, Jora, and Talia stood. Annika stepped forward.

“Jora and I could guard the entrance.” She stated. She looked to the others.

“Are we all in agreement with Jora and Annika guarding the entrances?”

Talia stood straight, “I’m fine with escorting my commanders in the temple.” She looked more than ready for her assignment. Coming so far from the first time Nesta had met the priestess.

“Then it’s settled than.”

The other buttoned up their coats, Emerie and Cassian being extra careful of their wings as Annika and Jora headed to the other side of the temple. Talia watched them go as Marcella stood beside Kallis ready for him to unlock the entrance.

Kallis chanted a few words, the doors opening for them as he gave Calliope and Ambrose careful instructions to call if there was any trouble.

They made their way into the ice palace, the ice reforming as soon as they were all through stunning Nesta.

Cassian held out his hand for her as they carefully made their way through the ice structure until the scene before them changed. Nesta gaped at the scene before her.

Nesta felt as if she had entered into some kind of dreamscape. A place between this world and the next as clouds formed around the group. She touched one feeling the softness of them. The cloud wrapped around her hand as if it were embracing a friend dancing for her before reforming itself back into a cloud. Nesta looked up to the ceiling, ice sickles clung to them in the shape of a dozen snowflakes transfixing Nesta as they walked looking at the snow clad tress that’s when Nesta looked to the middle. To the statue of a woman she had met once before. The Mother.

“What is this place?” Nesta asked as Marcella turned to her.

“Paradise.”

They ventured forward stopping at the alter where candles, flowers, and other miscellaneous things laid, gifts to The Mother Nesta supposed.

“What do we do next?” Nesta asked not sure how to proceed.

“This next part may hurt a little.” Marcella told her handing her a dagger. Nesta looked at it in question.

“Contact with The Mother requires a blood sacrifice. Not too much of course. A drop will do.”

“And if she doesn’t answer?” Nesta asked.

“Then there’s not much else we can do.”

Nesta took a deep breath. “Then let’s hope this works. Cassian turn around.” She stated, Cassian lifted his eyebrows at her. “I know how you get at the sight of me hurt. We need to keep a clear head on this mission.”

Cassian nodded turning around as Nesta stepped up the the temple kneeling down beside it.

“Where do I let it drop?” She asked Marcella.

“On the candle beside her.” She replied as Nesta took a deep breath pressing the blade to her palm and slicing it gasping slightly in response swearing she felt Cassian tense behind her at the sound.

Her blood dripped onto the candle, the fire illuminating it, consuming it. She was so fascinated by it that she didn't notice when a hand grasped hers startling her. Another gasp falling from her lips as Cassian moved towards her.

The woman's eyes lifted stopping Cassian in his tracks as he knelt down bowing his head. The others following suit. Nesta looked up at the woman. Eyes transfixed on her, the woman seeming like she was a true piece of art. Her skin illuminating looking as if she were made of pure gold. Her topaz eyes so comforting to Nesta staring down at her. Her touch feeling like a loving embrace. Her auburn hair reaching down to her waist in an array of curls.

"Rise." She commanded. A powerful voice. A voice that she remembered.

"I'm sorry about before-" Cassian started as The Mother put up a hand stopping him mid sentence.

"I take no offense. I made you her mate for a reason." The Mother answered. "Come, sit beside your mate."

Cassian followed instructions kneeling beside Nesta and intertwining his hand with the one that wasn't in The Mother's grasp. She squeezed his as tightly as she could manage to assure him that she was there.

"I take it you've come to inquire information about your daughter." The Mother asked as Nesta glanced up to her again.

"Amongst other things." She told her.

"You want to know how to stop Kosheci and about your part of the prophecy?"

Nesta looked at her astonished.

"I figured you would learn about your true lineage soon enough. Why you were able to take power from the cauldron so easily, why you were able to endure the power of the trove, and how you were able to unmake a person and save your sister's life."

Nesta looked at The Mother, her mouth agape.

"That power was the cauldron's." She told her confusion in her gaze. The mother looked down at her caressing her cheek.

"Only a fraction of what you took was the cauldron's power." The Mother confirmed to her. Nesta inhaled sharply. "The rest is the powers you've had since birth. The ones you had that laid dormant until..."

"I was placed in the cauldron." Nesta finished. The Mother nodded. "But why were they laying dormant in the first place? Wouldn't they manifest when I was younger? Wouldn't I at least be aware of them?"

"Your mother, she visited a witch after your birth pleaded with her to cast a spell that would keep your powers at bay. And it worked, for the most part."

Nesta's eyes searched The Mother's waiting for her to continue.

"You fought Tamlin's compulsion when Feyre was taken."

"I thought having a mind made of steel contributed to that." Nesta replied. She swore Cassian was holding his breath.

"What the glamour couldn't get through was the steel barrier that the witch placed in your mind. It made you resistant to glamour while keeping your powers in check. But then you were tossed into the cauldron. And being reformed weakened the spells defenses and kept deuterating until-"

"Until the bond clicked into place." Cassian answered. "Until you accepted every part of yourself." Cassian told her leaving Nesta shocked.

"But I thought those gates I saw-" Nesta started.

"They did feed off your hatred, off your self loathing. Every time you shut yourself off from who you truly were the spell strengthened, but when you finally started to accept yourself including the parts of yourself that you didn't like-"

"The spell broke." Nesta answered. The Mother nodded.

"But what-what does this have to do with the prophecy. With our daughter and how we can defeat Koscheci?" She asked feeling frozen in place. Deep down she knew the answer.

"Don't you see Nesta? Don't you see the answers to all of your questions?"

Nesta looked up at her. Waiting for the word to fall from her lips.

"The answer has always been you."

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Nesta snatched her hand out of The Mother’s grasp, if The Mother had been offended by the gesture, she showed no inclination towards it rather her face was one of understanding.

“What do you mean that I’m the answer?” Nesta asked.

“You mentioned a prophecy when you came here.” The Mother told her. Kallis stepped forward, the parchment in his hands.

"We couldn't decipher what it was trying to tell us. It was in the old language." He explained to her handing her the parchment with the prophecy on it.

The Mother took it, her eyes scanning the paper as she rolled it back up and handed it back to Kallis.

"That's a prophecy that I remember." The Mother confirmed.

"Do you know what it says?" Cassian asked. His hand still in hers trying to comfort her with his touch.

"The only way Kosheci will die is by the hands of a God. One of his own blood."

Nesta inhaled sharply she could have sworn that she heard Cassian hold his breath as well.

"Wh-what are you saying?" Nesta asked her.

"That you are the one who has to kill your father. No one else can but you."

"Are you saying that the fate of all prythin rests upon whether or not I can defeat my father."

The Mother nodded as Nesta went limp, Cassian catching her. She felt as if the walls were closing in on her. The Mother placed her hand on her. Her breathing easing.

"I know you're scared-" The Mother started.

"You have no idea!" Nesta yelled making the mother flinch slightly. She swore she felt her eyes burning with that silver fire of hers. Cassian's hand squeezed hers.

"Easy mate." He whispered, her breaths coming in faster. She looked to him, his eyes made of that hazel fire that had always filled her with comfort and warmth. Her calm in the endless storm that seemed to be her life. She took a deep breath gathering herself before she turned back to The Mother.

"How am I supposed to defeat him if my powers won't even answer my call?" She asked her. The Mother tilted her head.

"You must find inner peace." The Mother answered making Nesta almost laugh.

"I have inner peace." She replied.

"You and I both know that that's not one hundred percent true." The Mother replied seeming like she was chasing her. "You once told me that you wished to live your life no matter how much the things hunting and haunting you hurt, but have you dealt with the biggest betrayal of them all." The Mother asked as Nesta bowed her head wanting to look anywhere except at her.

Cassian pulled her closer knowing exactly what the mother was implying. He held Nesta close whispering to her that they would be alright. That they would find a way.

"I wish I could help you more than that, but the rest is up to you." The Mother told her solemnly, With one last glance between them, The Mother vanished from their sight as Nesta slumped against Cassian feeling more cold than she ever had in her entire life.

Nesta didn't know how they had made it out of the temple. Hadn't felt when Cassian had slipped his hands underneath her, carrying her back to the carriage. Holding her close as he spoke soothing words to her. She couldn't hear any of them. Her eyes flickered to his, his fingers gentle caressing her cheeks before light flooded the carriage as it rested to a full stop. He gathered her in his arms, stepping out of the carriage as her eyes flickered to where Emerie and Gwyn stood by the carriage. Their lips moving frantically. She saw Cassian answering them, Gwyn nodded her understanding as Emerie looked at her with an understanding in her hazel gaze turning back to Kallis as he nodded before Cassian made his way inside.

He opened the door to their room, siting her a top of the blanket they had used earlier as he knelt by the fireplace, placing wood inside and getting a fire going. Nesta stared at it feeling something heavy on her shoulder as she touched the soft fabric of the blanket that Cassian had placed over her. He knelt down beside her as she felt the hot tears stream down her face letting herself let out a loud wail. Cassian was there in an instant pulling her to him, she buried her face in his chest, her sobs coating his leathers. She couldn't stop it. Couldn't stop the tears from falling.

"It's okay, Mate. It's okay. I got you. I got you." He whispered His hands in her hair trying to sooth her. She looked at him with tear stained eyes.

"You don't know that." She sobbed. A tear rolling down her cheek as he wiped it away gently with his thumb. "What if I don't achieve inner peace and gain my powers in time? What if all hope is lost?"

Cassian knelt his forehead touching hers. "I have hope in you Nesta Archeron. I have hope that you'll defeat Kosheci and bring peace amongst this realm."

"You have so much faith in me even if I don't deserve it." She replied as he held her hands squeezing them.

"I've always had faith in you Nesta. That you can do whatever you out your mind to. You've done it until this point and you'll continue to do it through all the centuries of our lives."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because you are the woman who has faced so much and has survived despite the odds. I have no doubt in my mind that you can do it again. And I will do everything in my power to ensure that that's possible for you. I will be by your side through it all. I promise you this. "

"Cassian-" She whispered as he helped them up. "What are you-"

Cassian knelt down grasping onto one of her hands. A warrior's vow.

He looked up at her, running his hand over the ring on her her finger. The symbol of their union.

"I vow to offer my protection. To keep you and our daughter safe from those who wish to harm you. To fight in battle beside you until I draw my last breath. This I promise you. Nesta Archeron. My love. My wife. The mother of my child, and my Mate." He promised kissing her palm. Tears running down Nesta's face as she knelt beside him throwing her arms around him as their lips met in a kiss. As if to seal the promise between them.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too. Always." He replied giving her another kiss as a knock sounded at the door. Nesta's eyes looked at him in question.

He stood up moving towards the door before he glanced at her. "I figured you've been parted from her for long enough." Cassian told her opening the door as Feyre stepped through, a sleeping Melody in her arms.

Nesta stood up as quickly as she could making her way to her daughter as Feyre handed her over rubbing Nesta's shoulder. Nesta looked down at her daughter's sleeping face, running a gentle finger over it as she felt the tears fall again.

"How did you-" She started.

"Kallis sent for someone to come find me and bring Melody to you."

“Thank you for coming.” Nesta said cuddling Melody closer. Melody shifting in her arms slightly to snuggle closer to her as if she could tell that it was her mother holding her.

Feyre looked between Cassian and Nesta, and took in a breath, “Did you want to talk about it?” She asked Nesta.

Nesta looked to Cassian. “Do you think you could give my sister and I a moment.”

“Of course.” Cassian replied pressing a kiss to the side of her forehead. Giving Melody a kiss on the top of her head before he left the room leaving Feyre and Nesta alone to talk.

Feyre ran a hand down her skirts soothing the wrinkles from it as she sat down on the bed gesturing for Nesta to sit next to her.

Nesta sat down next to her, the movement not deterring Melody from her sleep. She didn’t want to talk about her visit to The Mother just yet. Nesta touched the blanket Melody was wrapped in. The one that had once belonged to Cassian.

“She was having trouble sleeping, so we wrapped her in this and she went right to sleep.” Feyre explained, Nesta smiled. There had been countless nights where wrapping Melody up in this blanket was the only thing that would get her to sleep. She wasn’t shocked that it had worked for Feyre as well.

“How did everything go?” She asked.

“She was a bit fussy because she didn’t know where you or Cassian were, but Nyx took his role as an older cousin very seriously and helped cheer her up. He even helped me when it was time for her to go to bed. Perhaps I’ll paint it from my memories.”

Nesta smiled at that, looking at her sister and taking a deep breath.

“The Mother told me about the prophecy. Told me that the only way to kill Koschei is by the hand of his blood. Which only leaves two options.” Nesta stated gazing down at Melody. The blood of the God running in her veins as well. “It has to be me. I am the only one who can defeat him.” She revealed to Feyre. Feyre held her hand in a comforting gesture.

“Then we will do everything in our power to make sure you are ready when that day comes.”

“But my powers-“ She started.

“Will manifest when they are ready to come back, until then we will try everything to try to coax them back out. I’ll even come with Amren to lessons so I can be of assistance. They will come back Nesta. They’re yours after all.” She encouraged her. Nesta looked to the far off wall.

“Inner peace.” Nesta murmured. “The Mother said my powers are blocked because I haven’t achieved inner peace.”

Feyre glanced at her sister. “Do you think she meant you haven’t achieved inner peace with your powers, because you did not want them in the first place?” She asked. A brave question, but one that was necessary.

“I don’t regret losing the power to save your life. To save the life of all of you. It was a sacrifice I made in love. I never-my power terrified me. It felt like it didn’t belong to me at all.” Nesta confided in Feyre.

“Perhaps you felt like it didn’t belong to you because you didn’t see your worth back then. I know we did not make it easy for you to do so.” Feyre told her looking down. Nesta squeezed her hand.

“We all could have done better.” Nesta assured her, “but that doesn’t mean we can’t do better now. I think while not wanting the power in the first place was one thing I have to work past I think there’s more deeper reason as to why they aren’t manifesting. She claimed I didn’t have true inner peace and-“ Nesta took a deep breath, “I think it has a lot to do with my heritage. With Koschei being my father and our mother-“

Nesta stopped taking a moment to gather herself.

“I think what I learned about mother has hurt me deeper than I could possibly say. It’s affected everything that I’ve done and-“ A tear slid down Nesta’s cheek as she glanced down at Melody gathering her courage before saying “and it has made me doubt my abilities as a mother myself. I fear that I will be exactly like her, that I will fail my daughter and all her siblings who come after her. I fear that I’ll be the reason why she can not have a good life if I can’t defeat Koschei in time, and sometimes-sometimes I even think she deserves a better mother than me. Someone who can protect her on the ways that she needs to be protected. Sometimes I feel like I fail in that too.”

Feyre squeezed her hand. “Nesta look at me.”

Nesta glanced at her sister, a look of fierce and devoted love on her face as she said,

“I know without a reasonable doubt that there is no one on this Gods damned earth who could love and protect that baby girl like you can. You are her mother. Her whole world. And she loves you more than words can say. She doesn’t care if you’re the perfect mother. She won’t care that you’re a God. You’ll always be her mother. The one who protects her like no one else can. The one who would die for her and go to the ends of the earth to ensure that she’s safe. You are not a failure, Nesta. You’re stronger than you know.” Feyre stated as Nesta glanced at her tears spilling from her eyes.

“How could you be so sure?”

“Because you are willing to sacrifice anything to ensure the safety of those you love and you’ve always had this fierce protectiveness and loyalty. Melody doesn’t need a better mom because she already has one of the best ones. And you will do right by her, no matter how much it may tear you apart to do so.”

Feyre pulled Nesta into a hug holding onto her tightly.

“We will get through this Nesta. We will get through this so you can bring your beautiful baby girl home. So you and Cassian can finally start the life you’ve always dreamed of. Maybe fill up those rooms at the House of Wind with your army full of children.”

Nesta laughed. “I doubt we’ll have that many. Do you know how many rooms that house has.”

Feyre laughed. “Maybe a couple more perhaps.”

Nesta smiled at the thought of giving Melody siblings. Perhaps Cassian was right about giving her a brother next. Perhaps another sister. Whatever it was, it was something to look forward to in the future. She looked at Feyre.

“I think Nyx wouldn’t mind having a baby sister.”

Feyre smiled. “Perhaps sometime after all this is over.”

Nesta nodded as she held onto her sisters hand for once feeling like everything will be okay.

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“Take a deep breath and relax.” Feyre instructed, Nesta sighed.

“This isn’t working.” She told her, her ass getting sore from sitting so much. Melody on the far end of her, sitting up straight. Nesta smiled at her daughter. Madja said that any day now she would either be crawling or breaking in a new tooth. Nesta couldn’t wait for either.

“I have an idea.” Feyre explained uncrossing her legs and going toward Melody. Picking her up and putting her into Nesta’s lap.

“You think holding Melody will help me practice magic?” Nesta asked. Her daughter waving her hands.

“We’ll she does help center you and you need a lot of concentration for this particular spell.” Feyre explained.

“I can’t bring my daughter into open battle Feyre. I need to figure out how to do this on my own.” Nesta reminded her. Melody babbling softly to herself showing Nesta the block she had picked up.

“Just try it this way first and we’ll work the rest out later. Think of good memories with her. And clear your mind.”

Nesta closed her eyes once more, thinking back to a particular memory. One where Nesta had been bone fires and weary, so tired that she could hardly hold Melody. Cassian had arrived back home then, settling Nesta onto the chair as he had picked up Melody and told her about one of his battles. It had worked like a charm and had helped her sleep.

She grasped onto that memory clinging onto it, envisioning the rocking chair she had sat upon in the room. Thinking long and hard about being there before her ass hit a hard surface starling her.

She gasped at the impact, her eyes flying open as Melody looked around her bedroom confused about how her and Nesta had gotten there.

“It worked.” Nesta laughed in delight, Feyre peaking her head on the room with a smile.

“I knew you could do it. Before you know it you’ll be able to winnow to farther places.”

“Maybe by weeks end I’ll be able to winnow down those dreadful stairs.” Nesta smiled placing a kiss to the side of Melody’s head.

The front door opened as Nesta stood, Cassian coming into focus gazing upon the scene.

“How is the lesson coming ladies?” He asked looking between the the three of them. Melody waving her little hand at him in greeting. Mumbling the begging of dada, but not really getting it. She had also been trying to say words as of recently.

Feyre turned to him. “Go into the living room and sit on the sofa.” She instructed warranting a look from Cassian.

“Just trust me on this one.” Feyre told him rolling her eyes as he made his way back to the living room.

“You know what to do.” She said to Nesta as Nesta closed her eyes. Conjuring up an image of the couch that Cassian would probably be on.

She concentrated on it. On him. Picturing herself within his lap before she felt herself land on it, a small curse coming from Cassian’s mouth as Nesta stared at him wide eyed covering Melody’s ears.

“Not in front of the baby.” She hissed. She has no problem with the course language when they were alone-but in front of their developing child who had been trying to sound out certain words. She would not have her daughter saying the word fuck before she learned anything else.

“Nesta-Did you just-“ Cassian started.

“Winnow? Yes. Yes I did.” Nesta answered triumphant.

A triumphant grin spread across Cassian’s face as he pulled her and the baby close. Melody still gazing around confused how they had yet again went to another room without walking to it. Cassian laughed, running a hand over Melody’s hair.

“Don’t worry little warrior, one day you’ll understand what just happened.”

Somewhere in the distance a clock chimed, Feyre peaked her head in looking at the time.

“Looks like I have to get going. I’m teaching a class at noon. Did you want me to take Melody with me? It might be fun for her to get into all that paint.”

“Actually, I was planning on taking her with me to help Benjamin and Lukius set up for Amelia’s sixteenth birthday.

“Nesta isn’t coming with you?” Feyre asked looking over her.

“No. I’m actually heading into Velaris today."

Feyre rose her eyebrow in question.

"Gwyn actually needed mine and Emerie's help to settle into her new place." Nesta beamed, happy that her friend had found a place where she had felt comfortable.

"I'm glad for her." Feyre replied as Cassian took Melody from Nesta's arms.

“Is my little warrior ready to go?” Cassian cooed giving Melody a kiss on the cheek, her smile growing wider. Nesta couldn’t wait until she got her first tooth. Or took her first steps. Every first would be magical in her eyes.

Nesta leaned forward pressing a kiss to Melody’s cheek.

“You be good for daddy, my love.” Nesta told her pressing a kiss to her forehead as she looked to Cassian.

“Do you have everything you need for her?”

“Yep, several diapers, three outfits, her pacifier, two bottles of your milk, and some baby food while we’re there.” Cassian listed off.

“Don’t forget her burping cloth. Unless you want her to spit up on your shirt, and of course her wipes and ointment in case she gets a rash.”

Cassian nodded grabbing the items she listed holding Melody in the process. He was so much better at grabbing things one handed than she was.

“Got it.” Cassian smiled heading toward the door.

“Love you!” Cassian shouted as Nesta shouted back.

“I love you both too!”

The door shut leaving Nesta and Feyre alone as Nesta soothed down the wrinkles of her dress.

“Do you think you can winnow me to Velaris?” She asked. Feyre nodded.

“Sooner or later we’ll have to practice getting you to winnow to father places.”

“One step at a time.” Nesta claimed, Feyre’s smile was her only answer.

After saying a brief goodbye to Feyre, Nesta walked two blocks to the apartment that Gwyn had rented on the rainbow. Without hesitation, Nesta knocked on the door as a sing song voice said

“Come in!”

Nesta twisted the knob, looking around the living room until she spotted Gwyn’s red hair in the corner slicing open a box of her belongings. She didn’t have much, but Gwyn had never minded that.

“Nesta.” She grinned making her way over to Nesta and giving her a hug.

“You didn’t bring the baby?” She asked. Nesta chuckled.

“She’s with Cassian today.” She claimed looking around. “What did you want to do first?”

Gwyn pondered this.

“I-I’m not sure. I need to get a couple of things at the rainbow but-“

“You didn’t want to go alone.” Nesta finished. Gwyn nodded.

“I still have trouble with crowds.” She confided in her.

Nesta took her hand squeezing it, "I understand."

A smile of pure light spread over Gwyn's face as she pulled Nesta into a hug.

"Do you mind coming down to the rainbow with me?" She asked.

"Not at all." Nesta told her stepping back from Gwyn's embrace. "Did you want to wait for Emerie to get here before we go?"

"She told me she wouldn't be here until later tonight. Something about a matter at the restaurant."

"Is everything okay?" Nesta asked. Emerie hadn't mentioned anything to her.

"She says it's nothing to worry about, but Mor seems more on edge. I think it may have something to do with Emerie's uncle."

Nesta inhaled sharply. "Did he-"

"He didn't do anything, he's just trying to ruffle a few feathers. You'll have to ask Emerie more about it later."

Nesta nodded hoping that everything was alright.

"I'll talk to her about it when she gets here, but for now let's get you those things you need."

Gwyn nodded as Nesta held the door open for her and they went down to the rainbow.

The rainbow was steady with business. Patrons talking happily amongst themselves as Gwyn and Nesta made their way down the streets.

Nesta looked over seeing the happiness in Gwyn’s smile but also the wariness in her gaze. Nesta gave her hand a comforting squeeze before Gwyn’s eyes flashed with want heading towards a shop. Several antiques and small pieces of furniture laid there. Along with quite a few blankets and comforters.

Gwyn touched the fabric of a turquoise and gold comforter looking at it fondly. Running her fingers over it to test how soft it was.

“I do need a comforter for my bed.” Gwyn mused paying the shop owner for the comforter as the woman bagged it and they went off to their next shop.

Nesta and Gwyn were going over the details of their last training when Gwyn paused mid sentence looking straight across the way from them.

Nesta’s eyes traveled to where Gwyn’s gaze was as she spotted Azriel at the other end of the street. Too distracted by a conversation he was having with a shop owner to notice them. Nesta was about to call to him when Gwyn pulled her away deeming to be in a hurry. When they were out of Azriel’s line of vision, Nesta turned to Gwyn.

“What was that about?” She asked.

“I may be-avoiding him.” Gwyn stated looking back behind her to double check that Azriel hadn’t come this way.

“Is there any particular reason? Do I need to kick his ass for something?” Nesta asked, a smile touched Gwyn’s lips.

“No. Nothing of the sort, it’s just that-“ Gwyn took a deep breath. “We may have kissed when we were in the Winter Court.”

Nesta could have sworn her mouth dropped a fraction of an inch.

“What? When?” She asked.

“Well I expressed interest to Azriel that I wanted to try ice skating and well let’s just say we turned it into a competition about who could fall on their ass less and well one thing led to another, we both ran into each other, fell, and he just-“ Gwyn paused. Nesta understood.

“How did it make you feel?” Nesta asked.

“It was- well it felt right. Real. I’ve always had an interest in him, but after what happened with Elain, I-I didn’t want to feel like he was choosing me because he didn’t have her.”

“And now?” She asked not wanting to push too far, but feeling like Gwyn needed to talk about it.

“Now I don’t think that’s the case.” Gwyn answered looking to the brick wall.

“So what are you going to do?” Nesta inquired. Gwyn looked up toward the sky.

“I think I want to take that next step with him. Finally ask him out, you know in case he really is interested.”

Nesta nodded feeling unsure. Perhaps she would have a talk with the shadow singer. It had been a while and he was coming to the party this weekend. Perhaps if she engaged in conversation with him she would see his true intentions.

“If you want to, go for it.” Nesta encouraged her,

“But what about-“ Gwyn told her, her teal eyes seeming troubled.

“As far as I can tell Elain is happy with Lucien. She’s been in the Day Court with him for a couple of weeks.”

“Does that ever bother you?” Gwyn asked catching Nesta off guard.

“Does what bother me?”

“That you and your sisters have separate lives and hardly see each other anymore?” Gwyn asked.

Nesta thought about this, pondered it for a moment.

"I think having separate lives away from each other is apart of growing up. It doesn't mean that we don't love each other, but I think having lives outside of each other is exactly what we need. That and we all still live here, so it's not like we all can't talk if we want."

"What happens if you all go your separate way?" Gwyn asked.

"Then we'll all still reunite for important events. They're still my sisters at the end of the day no matter where they are."

Gwyn smiled hugging Nesta. "I just hope Emerie and I fit that equation." She stated.

"You always will." Nesta promised her and she meant it. They were all her sisters. All her family. And she would never leave them no matter how far her life took her. No matter where the universe decided that she belonged. She just hoped they felt the same way.

Gwyn and her continued walking, Gwyn making a few more purchases as Nesta offered to help carry a few of them for her. They talked about training, about how everyone was doing well. About how Nesta was starting to finally get back into the swing of things. At least her combat training was going well she couldn't say the same about her magic training and if she couldn't get that together...

"I winnowed today." She confided in Gwyn making her stop in her tracks.

"Nesta." She grinned, "That's amazing."

Nesta looked down "It was only a couple of feet."

"Still, it's an accomplishment. You just need to practice to get better at it. I know you can." Gwyn encouraged.

"I'm just afraid that all of it won't be enough. That all the training I've done won't mean a thing when I come face to face with him. I'm terrified that I'll fail."

"We all fail, Nesta. It's what you do with that failure that counts." Gwyn said

“Most people’s failures don’t end up in death.” Nesta reminded her. Gwyn gazed at her.

“Nesta-you weren’t the reason that he died. Hybern was the reason that he died. He was the one who killed him. It wasnt your fault.”

Nesta stared at the ground.” He died because he came to fight for me and my sisters. And I was so-“

“You were a child, Nesta. You were angry. You felt as if your own father abandoned you and even if he did come through for you at the end it doesn’t mean it erases the hurt that he caused for years. Forgiveness isn’t easy. Moving on isn’t easy, but at the end of the day it’s all we can do.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’ll always feel this way.” She told her, Gwyn squeezed her hand.

“I know the feeling.” Gwyn told her. “And I know the burden that you carry. You’re not the only one who felt like they could have done more to save someone.”

Gwyn took a deep breath wiping a tear from her eye before she continued.

“But we are more than our failures. I mean look at the Valkyrie. You were one of the first ones to believe in us. To believe that we could be more than the tragedies that happened to us. And that’s not something to take lightly. So everytime you’re down. Every time you feel like you’ve failed remember that you’ve succeeded in more ways than you know. Remember that even though you feel like you won’t be able to defeat him, that you can. You just need to believe in yourself like everyone else does.”

Nesta pulled her into a hug. “Thank you.” She whispered as Gwyn hugged her back.

“What are friends for.”

After Nesta and Gwyn finished setting up a few things in her apartment, Gwyn turned to her looking at the clock on the far off wall. Frowning slightly.

“We should check in on Emerie, I’m worried about her.” Gwyn stated. Nesta felt the same way.

“Feyre should still be down the road. I’ll see if she can winnow us to Windhaven to check on her.”

Gwyn followed Nesta as they made their way to Feyre’s studio. She saw her sister inside smudged with paint and cleaning up, she looked up on time to see Nesta as Gwyn and her entered the studio.

“Hey.” Feyre told her wiping at the paint off her face. “Are you ready to go back to Windhaven?” She asked, she still felt reluctant to call Windhaven Nesta and Cassian’s home.

“Yeah. I was wondering if we could take Gwyn with us. We’re worried about Emerie.”

Feyre’s straightened at that, “Is everything alright?”

“That’s what we’re hoping.” Gwyn answered.

Feyre nodded extending her hands out for Nesta and Gwyn. They both took it as they were transported to Windhaven, Nesta took a look at Emerie’s shop her mouth dropping over as Mor held Emerie whose face was streamed with tears as she talked to Rhys. Her shop door open looking as if everything was in shambles. Nesta rushed over to them.

“What happened?” She asked as Emerie turned to Nesta.

“My uncle paid me a visit, brought some of his friends with him.” Emerie answered wiping at her tears. Nesta pulled her into a hug,

“Emerie. I’m so sorry.” She stated. She looked at Rhys. “You are doing something about this right?”

“Of course.” Rhys told her. “I assure you Emerie, your uncle won’t get away with this and I’ll make sure you have money to make repairs to your shop and restaurant.”

Emerie nodded going back into Mor’s arms. Nesta laying her hand on Emerie’s shoulder in comfort, Gwyn doing the same as Rhys headed over to Feyre catching her up on what was going on.

Feyre walked over to Emerie extending her apologies promising what Rhys had said. Even going as far as to offer her help with getting her shop and restaurant back up.

Nesta looked at the shop before a coo sounded behind her as she whirled around to see Cassian heading towards them, Melody in his arms.

When Cassian saw her face, he looked to where her eyes had lingered beforehand, his face one of utter disbelief as he raced towards them careful not to startle Melody in the process. He finally reached her gazing at the shop before asking,

"What happened?" He asked breathless. Melody babbled reaching out towards her mother wanting her to hold her.

Nesta stepped closer, Cassian handing Melody over to her, Mor headed towards them to fill Cassian in on what was going on. Rhys and Feyre had went inside the store to check it out. Gwyn was now talking to Emerie holding onto her and swearing that her uncle wouldn't get away with this. Mor stopped mid sentence gazing over to Emerie and Gwyn.

"I can fill him in if you want to go help her." Mor offered. Nesta nodded, Cassian giving her a brief rub on the back before Nesta headed over to Emerie with Melody in her arms.

Nesta pressed a hand to Emerie's shoulder in a gesture of comfort, Melody's eyes flickered to Emerie as she cooed leaning her hand out to Emerie, a question in her eyes to her mother.

Emerie looked towards her grasping Melody's hand.

"Thank you, Melody, but I'll be fine. Eventually." Emerie answered. Melody splayed her fingers out on Emerie's hand, the glow no longer there. Emerie smiled. "Valkyries for life little one."

Nesta placed her hand over theirs as Gwyn did the same. "Valkyries for life."

Rhys stepped out of the shop, concern written on his face as he walked towards them.

"Pack your bags." He instructed taking Nesta by surprise. "You guys aren't staying here. At least not for the night."

A chill ran down Nesta's spine, Cassian noticing as he rushed towards them. Feyre exiting the shop wearing the same concerned expression as Rhys did.

"What is it?" Nesta asked him holding Melody closer. "What's wrong?"

Cassian looked inclined to ask the same question. Rhys produced a piece of paper, Nesta grasping it before Cassian did as it read,

'This is just the begging.'

After Rhys informed Devlon of what was going on, so he could keep an eye out, and they had packed their stuff for a couple of days, Nesta and Cassian were winnowed back to Velaris to Feyre and Rhys townhouse, the others close behind them, Rhys thinking it would be safer if they were all under one roof at least until he knew more. Cassian went upstairs to their room for the night, Feyre telling her that they would pull out Nyx's old crib for Melody for the night.

Nyx came out of the living room, Azriel on his heels as he looked up to them, his face observing the others.

"Did your shadows-" Rhys started. Azriel nodded.

"We need to talk." Rhys said to Azriel, they both headed to Rhys's office, Feyre holding out her hand to Nyx.

"Did you want to help mommy set up your old crib for Melody for the night?" She asked. Nyx's eyes growing wide as he nodded going up the stairs as Feyre followed close on his heels.

Nesta headed to the sitting room, spreading out a blanket for Melody and placing her down on it. Before she sat on the couch keeping a watchful eye on her, Cassian sitting down next to her pulling her closer. Mor would be coming with Emerie and Gwyn soon. She breathed turning towards Cassian.

"What do you think it means? Do you think Koschei-"

"Rhys is sending Azriel and his shadows to check it out, if it has anything to do with Koscheci, we'll be informed in the morning."

Nesta nodded placing her head in her hands as Cassian pulled her to him rubbing her back up and down.

"They'll talk to Emerie's uncle, if anything he left the note to scare her."

Nesta gritted her teeth. "Why can't he just leave her alone? He doesn't even live in Windhaven and she's been running the store for years." Nesta told him.

"Her uncle won't get away with the property damage even if it takes him years to pay back ever cent. And Rhys will also pay for her to get the store back up and running."

"I just hate that she has to go through this. She's been through so much already."

"I hate it too." Cassian told her as Mor, Emerie, and Gwyn materialized in the sitting room. Gwyn stepped forward about to say something to them when she gazed towards something her eyes wide, Mor and Emerie's eyes also widening slightly. Nesta straightened, looking towards where their eyes rested as she dropped to her knees, her hand over her mouth as Melody crawled over to her, she felt Cassian behind her as Nesta stretched out her arms, her daughter reaching for her as Nesta picked her up holding her close.

"Good job, My Love. You did it-you-" Nesta started tears flowing down her eyes as Cassian pulled them both close.

"She's crawling." Nesta stated to him gazing into his Hazel eyes.

"She's crawling." He repeated holding them close as the others joined them hugging them as they all held each other close hoping that when the dawn broke everything would be okay.

Chapter Text

Thunder struck jerking Nesta awake as a shrill whine came from the other side of the room, Cassian stiffened at the sound, Nesta reached out her hand placing it on his shoulder to calm him.

“She woke up because of the storm, I’ll get her.” Nesta assured him. She couldn’t sleep anyway and she needed to get out of the room for a while.

Cassian pressed a kiss to her shoulder and another to the underside of her jawline before placing his head back on the pillow and falling back asleep. She swore this man could sleep anywhere.

Sighing, she threw the covers off her body grabbing her robe by their bed as she headed towards Melody’s cries. Fresh tears streamed down her daughter’s face, her lip trembling as fear consumed her, her little arms flailing around, she remembered a time when Melody used to love storms while Nesta was pregnant with her, now however…

“It’s okay baby girl. Mommy’s got you. Mommy’s got you.” She assured her, gathering Melody in her arms as her daughter wailed on her chest.

Nesta rocked her back and forth, shifting from one foot to the other as she went to where she could change her diaper, getting Melody a fresh one before swaddling her in Cassian’s blanket. She was still restless, still crying softly and trembling, but it wasn’t as bad as before.

“Let’s take a walk, my beautiful song.” She suggested turning the knob and leaving the room. Perhaps warming her a bottle would do the trick.

She went down the stairs, heading towards the kitchen as she reached the kitchen, Melody still crying as she made her way towards the fridge about to grab a bottle from it as a voice from behind asked,

“Is she alright?”

Nesta whirled around startling Melody in the process as Azriel frowned slightly, some guilt in his gaze.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He apologized.

“It’s alright. I didn’t think anyone would be down here.” She told him grabbing the bottle as Azriel’s eyes flickered to Melody.

“May I?” He asked. His hands outstretched surprising Nesta. Azriel rarely asked to hold the baby. Not that she had seen much of the Shadow Singer lately.

“Of course.” Nesta replied, carefully placing Melody in Azriel’s arms. She flailed around slightly as Azriel adjusted her in his arms. He seemed unsure of what to do with her, but had opted to hold her in a way that she had seen him hold Nyx when he was a baby.

Melody looked at the Shadow Singer, her cries halting as she seemed transfixed by Azriel’s shadows. She reached out, Nesta stiffening, but his shadows danced around Melody slipping through her fingers.

“See. Nothing to be afraid of.” Azriel assured her. She smiled up at him outstretching her tiny hands to touch Azriel’s face. Kicking her leg out and babbling. Azriel chuckled.

“They are so filled with wonder at this age.” Azriel commented. “I hope she never loses that.”

“I hope so too.” She agreed holding out the bottle.

“Did you want to feed her?”

Azriel grabbed the bottle gingerly, giving it to Melody as she drank it looking up at the shadow singer through peaked lashes.

“Have you heard anything yet?” She asked sitting down at on the stool beside her. Azriel shook his head.

“Nothing to report yet.” He told her. “But rest assured you’ll be one of the first to know.”

Nesta nodded, worry filling her gut. But she still had more to ask.

“I have a feeling that’s not all you want to know about.” Azriel said after a moment, Melody eyes drooping slightly from fighting off sleep. No. It wasn’t all she wanted to know about.

“I know it’s none of my business, but-do you still have feelings for Elain?” She asked. Azriel gazed down at Melody as if thinking.

“I think in a way I’ll always care about Elain and wonder what if but-“ He looked out the window, the moonlight illuminating the contours of his face. “I know what we had was just something born out of comfort. We both had settled for each other, because both of us needed someone, but-“

Azriel’s gaze flickered back to her,

“I know I hurt her when I gave Gwyn that necklace. I know I hurt her when I told her that Gwyn didn’t mean anything to me. That she was only a distraction and I felt like shit for saying that after all Gwyn has gone through she deserved better than that they both did. And somewhere along the way when Elain fell for Lucien instead, I felt hurt.”

It hurt her heart to hear how much pain both Elain and Gwyn had to go through, both her sisters in two totally separate ways, but both had found a way to move on. Both had found a life outside of Azriel. Both had found something that worked for them, but this wasn’t the end of her questions.

“Is that what Gwyn is now? A distraction?”

Nesta hadn’t meant to phrase the question in that way, but her style had always been to get straight to the point. She didn’t want Gwyn to get hurt again, whether or not her and the Shadow Singer were somewhat friends Gwyn had always seemed like sister to her.

“I know she was in the past, but during the Winter Court and maybe even before she wasn’t. It was like my time away from her showed me how much I truly did miss-well her. Her competitiveness. The way her nose crinkles when she’s angry. The way her laugh is like a song I've never heard. She’s-well she’s Gwyn and I hate myself for not seeing her sooner.” Azriel admitted to her. Nesta glanced at Azriel.

“Just please don't hurt her." Nesta told him.

"I hope I won't." Azriel answered her propping Melody up to burp her.

"Is everything going alright?" Another voice asked, Nesta's eyes traveled towards it seeing Rhys lean on the door frame arms folded over his chest, violet gaze traveling between the three of them. His eyes landing on Melody. "I take it she's having trouble sleeping?"

Nesta nodded as he came into the kitchen, Azriel looking up at him.

"What are you doing up?" Azriel asked, Melody letting out a burp spitting up slightly on Azriel. Rhys chuckled.

Rhys entered the kitchen as Melody looked up at him.

"Having nightmares little one?" He asked her, kneeling down beside her and Azriel. She reached a hand out towards him as he looked to Azriel.

"Mind if I take over?" He asked. Azriel glanced at Nesta who nodded.

Rhys gathered Melody in his arms pacing around the kitchen as he looked to Azriel.

"I actually came down to get a status report." Rhys asked Azriel who sat up straight.

"Nothing to report yet, But we should know more in a couple of hours whether or not Windhaven is safe."

Rhys nodded as Nesta glanced over to Melody. She was fighting sleep hard, the storm still raging outside as her hazel blue eyes went over to it, seeming interested in the storm now rather than afraid of it consumed with watching the lightening pass over the sky. She pointed at it catching Rhys's attention.

"Hates the thunder, but loves the lightening." Rhys observed.

"Lightening makes no sound." Another voice answered, Nesta's heart answered to that voice as Cassian entered the kitchen looking over to Melody, Melody outstretched her arms towards him as Rhys handed her over to her father. Melody babbled softly as if trying to have a conversation with Cassian. a tocuh of a smile framed Cassian's lips.

"We're Uncle Azriel and Uncle Rhys trying to help you sleep, daddy was about to coming down and help mommy get you to sleep."

"Well as you can see she's still awake." Nesta answered getting off the stool and going over to them, Melody sticking her thumb into her mouth resting her head on Cassian's chest, her wings tucked in.

"You always were the one who could get her to sleep faster." Nesta mused stepping closer to them, a finger running down Melody's cheek as one of Melody's hands wrapped around it. Sleeping peacefully. Content with both her parents surrounding her.

"We should probably get some rest mate. Who knows what tomorrow will bring." He suggested to her.

"What if she wakes?" Nesta asked looking down at Melody's sleeping form.

"Then we'll get her back to sleep together." Cassian stated as she looked down at her. "But I have a feeling she'll sleep through the rest of the night."

Nesta looked over to Azriel and Rhys, Rhys now sitting down next to Azriel.

"We'll see you two in the morning." Rhys said, Azriel nodded a goodnight to them as Cassian and Nesta headed upstairs to sleep.

When Nesta woke in the morning, her eyes fluttered open seeing Melody on the bed, a happy grin at seeing her mother on her face as she flailed her arms and legs with excitement. Nesta smiled back at her smoothing down the edges of her hair that were sticking up as one of her tiny legs hit Cassian’s side. He woke with a start, chuckling slightly as he laid on his side Melody gazing at him with her hazel blue eyes.

“You have a mean kick there little warrior, it seems as if you’re a natural already.”

“I think she gets it from you.” Nesta mused pressing a kiss to the top of Melody’s head.

“I don’t know, Mate, you do have a pretty mean kick as well.” Cassian stated remembering another time when they had first met.

“I still say she gets it from you.” Nesta told him, Melody rolling over on her stomach attempting to crawl once more, her tiny wings flapping in an attempt to be of use.

“She seems like she wants to fly more than anything.” Nesta observed. Cassian watching over their daughter.

“I wonder if she’ll walk or fly first. We could take her out flying today if everything checks out alright.”

Nesta smiled. “I’d like that.”

Casssian leaned in careful to avoid Melody and kissed her on the lips. “Perhaps we can also try out that move I showed you a couple months back. It has been a while.”

Nesta remembered. Remembered the rush of wind in her hair. How it had felt to free fall and for Cassian to catch her. She also remembered what had occurred afterwards.

“We’ll have to wait until Melody is older to do that with her. But flying does sound nice today.”

Cassian’s smile widened as a knock on their door sounded.

“I’ll get it.” Cassian replied leaving his side of the bed as Melody scooted over to where her mother was.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” Cassian said when he had answered the door.

“Are you two decent in here?” Amren asked, Cassian nodded stepping aside to let Amren into the room. Nesta sat up.

“Amren, is everything alright?” Nesta asked as Melody cooed, her eyes shifting to where Amren was.

“Azriel and Rhys headed up to Illyria to check everything out this morning, but Rhys suggested that we have our lessons here today. Said we may want to add an extra hour to them just in case.”

Nesta had nearly forgotten what day it was. But she nodded.

“Just let me get dressed and I’ll meet you down in the study.” Nesta replied as Amren’s eyes went to Melody.

“I heard she started crawling yesterday and that you successfully winnowed.”

Nesta nodded as Melody crawled on the bed wanting to confirm it to Amren herself, Cassian stiffening ready to catch her before Amren outstretched her arms, grasping Melody and holding onto her.

“Hello there, littlest one. Did you want to come to training with you mom today?”

Cassian lifted an eyebrow in her direction making Amren scowl.

“What, boy?”

“Nothing. I just didn’t know you liked children.” Cassian commented making Amren’s eyes narrow to slits.

“I usually don’t, but if people around me keep having them then I should at least be tolerable of them.”

Cassian sighed leaning against the door frame, his eyes going to Nesta.

“Alright then.” He told her, “are you going to watch her while Nesta and I dress?”

Amren rolled her eyes, giving Melody back to Cassian. Then turning to Nesta.

“I’ll meet you down in the study, Feyre will be joining us as well. If you want to bring the little one that’s fine, but I know Morrigan and your friends are still here as well.”

Nesta nodded before Amren made her exit, Cassian shutting the door behind her as he made his way to Melody's overnight bag pulling out one of her shirts and a pair of pants. Nesta sat up on the bed as Cassian placed Melody on it. It had become a habit of theirs to help dress Melody together. One to distract her and the other one to get her dressed. Once she was dressed, Cassian lifted her up in the air, her tiny wings flapping in the air as she touched Cassian's face, Nesta's heart melt at the sight.

She pulled her robe closer to herself before she got off the bed taking her time to get dressed as she watched Cassian and Melody. Her little family. Her lifeline. When she was finished dressing she moved closer to them, Cassian lifting Melody in the air once more before turning to Nesta taking her in. A smile touching his face.

"Doesn't mommy look beautiful little warrior?" He asked, Melody babbled, Nesta coming over as they held Melody close.

Nesta ran her hand over Melody's black hair, their beautiful gift,one she had never imagined she would ever have.

"Her hair is growing longer." Nesta observed as Cassian smiled down at their daughter running his hand over it.

"Her hair is starting to curl like yours does. She looks more like you as the days pass."

"She's your little mini me and you know it." Nesta remarked pressing a kiss to Melody's temple before she reached for her necklace on the side table and put it on going back over to them.

"Did you want me to take her? Or did you want to watch her while I do my lessons with Amren." She asked as Melody clinged to Cassian.

"I got her today. I know Nyx has wanted to spend some time with his cousin, I thought it may be a good idea to go see him while Azriel and Rhys are away.

Nesta nodded as she pressed a kiss to her daughter's cheek before kissing Cassian on the lips.

"I'll come find you two afterwards." Nesta promised waving goodbye to them as she went down to the study to go find Amren.

"You just want to talk today? How is that a part of training?" Nesta asked. Amren flickered her eyes to Feyre.

"It's for the purposes of enlightenment. Perhaps talking about what is bothering you might help us figure out what precisely is blocking your magic."

"Okay then where do we start?" Nesta asked.

A knock sounded on the study door, Nesta's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Took her long enough." Amren stated as Feyre opened the door revealing...

"Elain!" She exclaimed throwing her arms around her other sister. It had been nearly a month since she had seen her last. "You're back."

"I could never stay away for too long." She replied as they both sat down. Amren sat back up, Nesta looking at her in confusion.

"Where are you going?" Nesta asked.

"Out for a breath of fresh air. I'll leave you three alone to talk." Amren made her way out of the room leaving the three alone to talk.

"So where should we start?" Nesta asked them as Feyre looked at her.

"It depends. What inside you about both of us is troubling you?" Feyre asked.

Nesta took a deep breath. " A lot actually. There's so much that I've always wanted to say. I think you've also been carrying a few things with you as well. I think it's time we all finally talk about them."

Feyre glanced at Elain, who nodded opening her mouth.

"I think we all have things that we need to apologize for." Elain stated, Nesta knew that was true. They had all hurt each other in the past. And even though they had found ways to forgive each other in their own ways they had never really sat down to talk about it as sisters.

"You're right." Nesta told her turning to her first. "I'm sorry for that day at the house when you came to visit me. I should have never blamed you for father's death. It wasn't right and I took our fight too far because I was angry."

Elain stood tall looking different than Nesta had ever seen her. More confident. More self assured and comfortable in her own skin. No longer looking like the porcelain doll that their mother had tried to make her out to be. Now she was entirely her own.

"And I'm sorry. I'm sorry for a lot actually. I should have never invalidated what you were going through. You weren't the only one who was hurt and angry and said things they shouldn't have. You had a right to be angry at me, I should have been there at that intervention or I should have at least respected your privacy and space enough to ask if you wanted to see me first. I waited until I was ready to visit you instead of thinking that maybe you just needed time to yourself. To process what had happened. I should have known that losing father affected you more than what I was seeing, but I made myself blind to that pain and I'm sorry that I did. I'm also sorry that I told you that you weren't the only one that went into that cauldron."

"It was the truth." Nesta replied. "You endured the same thing that I did."

"But you were there for me and I got angry for the couple of times you weren't. You went into the cauldron and you seemed like you were doing alight, so when I saw you like-like the way you were when we lost father after the war-I- I had never seen that side of you. I didn't know how to react and I should have never thrown the one time you weren't there for me in your face. I know that you blamed yourself for it and everyone blames themselves from time to time."

“And I shouldn’t have pushed you away and shut you out. I just-I didn’t want you to see me that way.” Her eyes flickered to Feyre. “Either of you. I thought if I distanced myself from everyone that no one I cared about would get hurt. I thought that you two would be fine without me in your life. That you deserved someone better for a sister. Someone who wasn’t such a fuck up. Someone who didn’t constantly fail.”

“You’re not a failure Nesta.” Feyre assured her. “ Yes there were times when you did fail, but there were times when we failed as well.”

Nesta looked to Feyre. She had been the one out of all three of them to be the most successful. Feyre sighed.

“Yes there have been times where I have failed you both too. I put both your lives in danger before you two were turned and afterwards and I never apologized to you both for failing to protect you.”

“We failed to protect you too.” Nesta told her. “Back at the cottage and even after that. I couldn’t even get past that damn wall when I came to save you.” Nesta replied. “And I’m also sorry that we spent your hard earned money on frivolous things.”

“Father didn’t help out either. Not before the cottage and not afterwards either.” Feyre told her.

“I could have at least helped out more. I just thought in my own way I was.”

Feyre glanced at her confusion in her face. Right. She had never told Feyre the truth about Tomas. She hadn’t even told Elain. The only person who knew about it was Gwyn and Emerie, Cassian had guessed most about it, but Nesta had never fully opened up to him about it.

“I didn’t want to marry Tomas back then because I loved him.” Nesta started the mouth feeling like sand in her throat. “I was trying to marry him out of necessity. I felt like if I married him then you’d have one less mouth to feed, perhaps two if I could have convinced them to take care of Elain as well, but after you were taken-“ Nesta stopped there. The words catching in her throat. It had been easier to talk about it with Emerie and Gwyn. Had been a little more difficult with Cassian. At least the things she had told him. He knew she had been attacked by him. Knew that he had tried taking something that wasn’t his. Feyre tilted her head as if sensing Nesta’s thoughts.

“Nesta- Did he-“ sorrow filled Feyre’s features, “Did he hurt you?”

Nesta adverted her eyes. Elain was dead silent as well until she had moved her hand to Nesta’s arm causing her to flinch slightly.

“You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to.” Elain assured her.

Nesta took a deep breath. She could do this.

“Yes. He-He did.” She wouldn’t elaborate, but from the fury in Feyre’s features she hadn’t needed to.

“I hope he rots in hell.”

“You and I both.” Nesta replied.

“Does-Does Cassian know?”

Nesta nodded not wanting to tell her sister that Cassian had know for a while now. Had even helped her through it and taught her that she could love and trust someone else again.

“I’m sorry Nesta.” Feyre told her.

“And I’m sorry about what you went through with Tamlin. “ She stated. She hadn’t talked to Feyre about him except for that one time so long ago back at their father’s estate. “I should have been there for you more, but-“

Feyre placed her hand on top of Nesta’s.

“We we’re both dealing with things that we didn’t want to tell the other about.”

“I’m still sorry.” Nesta assured her.

“So am I.” Feyre said

“I’m sorry as well. To both of you.” Elain said looking at Nesta. “I shouldn’t have let them give you all the heat about what happened to Feyre, you’re only a couple years older and we were both her older sisters. We could have also put more of an effort in doing other things.” Her eyes flickered to Feyre, “we’re sorry Feyre.”

“I guess we’ve all messed up when it comes to this relationship, but I’m willing to start fresh and leave the last behind us if that’s what you two want as well.”

Nesta and Elain smiled. “We’d like that.” Nesta answered.

They sat in silence for a while telling each other everything they could manage. Laughing at the good times. Crying at the bad until they had decided to sit on the floor, Feyre sitting up as she looked around with a smile.

“It’s crazy how our lives looked so much different than four years ago.” She observed looking around the study. “I’m a High Lady and the mother to a beautiful baby boy.”

She looked over to Nesta as Nesta smiled. “And I have the Valkyrie and am mated to the General of the Night Court and we have a beautiful daughter together.” Nesta smiled wondering how they were holding up. They looked over to Elain who now removed the gloves she had been wearing inside to reveal.

“Oh my Gods!” Nesta and Feyre exclaimed in unison taking in the ring that shone on Elain’s finger.

“Did you two elope?” Nesta asked curious. Elain shook her head.

“We’re waiting until all of this is over and-“ Elain took a deep breath. “After the mating Ceremony we’ll both be moving to the Day Court.

Surprise ran through Nesta as she felt Feyre beside her feeling the same way.

“Yo-You’re moving?” Feyre asked, Elain but her bottom lip.

“Ever since I first got to the Night Court I’ve felt like I haven’t belonged here. But as soon as Lucien took me to day as soon as I met Helion and the others, I felt this sense of…well belonging.” Elain smiled, “It felt like eternal sunshine there and I wish you two could have seen it. And Helion…he wants to get to know Lucien better. To spend the time with his son that he was robbed of. And it just feels…well right to go with him.”

Nesta and Feyre exchanged looks, but they both knew how Elain felt. They all had never felt at home when they were with their parents, and both of them had found their home. Feyre had found her home in the Night Court with endless possibilities, adventures, and an eternal Night Sky. And Nesta had found that fire within her and a person who had loved her even at her worst, It would have been selfish of both of them to keep Elain where she didn’t feel like she belonged. And if Day was where she felt like she belonged than Nesta was happy for her. That her sister could plant endless gardens and be encased in eternal sunshine. She knew Elain would fit in well there. Perhaps she would even be a part of the Helion’s own personal court. The possibilities were endless.

“We’ll in that case, we’ll make due with the time we have together left.” Nesta assured her making Elain smile.

Nesta knew there was still so much more for her to face, but she had felt lighter today more willing to open up and explore everything that was hurting her. She however felt like the next thing she had to face would be the hardest,

The clock chimed somewhere in the distance as Feyre looked at the time sighing.

“I have a class to teach. Did you two want to come with?” She asked. Nesta and Elain exchanged looks smiling at each other. Excited for what might come next.

A few moments later, Nesta, Feyre, Elain, Cassian, Melody, and Nyx entered Feyre’s studio. Quite a few eyes looking at them as the other mothers glanced at Nesta. A few who had been there the last time Nesta had been pregnant. A few of them looking with bright eyes at Melody. There were also a couple of babies around Melody’s age there as well.

Nesta and Cassian took a seat as watching Feyre as she taught before she took a blank canvas and set it in front of them. Handing Nesta a couple things of paint.

“It’s non toxic paint if you want to let Melody take a crack at it.” Feyre smiled as Melody looked at the blank canvas pressing her hand to the canvas looking up at her parents with a question in her eyes. Nyx sat beside them looking eager to see if they would let her paint.

Nesta looked to Cassian. “I don’t see why not.”

Cassian grabbed the red paint as Nesta grabbed the blue squeezing them onto the canvas as Melody watched fascinated,

She reached her hand out touching the red paint with her hands and smearing it into the blue. She picked up her hand looking at the colors on it that had now mixed and made purple. She lifted her hand to shoe her mother pressing it to Nesta’s cheek, Cassian laughed. Nesta grasped Melody's hand, the paint smearing on her own as she laid her palm down on the canvas, Melody gazing at it as she placed both her hands on the canvas leaning forward, Cassian holding her to make sure she didn't fall on it.

Everything seemed peaceful so fall of life until Feyre jerked up, Nesta staring at her in concern.

"Feyre?" she asked. But Feyre didn't answer, her feautures falling as shock and horror radianted over her face. Her gaze flickering towards Cassian who hadn't noticed Feyre's look and was observing Melody trying to paint with her hands.

"Feyre. What is it? What's wrong?"

"That was Rhys...somethings happened in Windhaven...and he thinks...he think Koschei had something to do with it."

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Storm clouds covered the skies, thunder crackling somewhere in the distance as Cassian landed on the ground so hard that his feet felt the impact. Feyre had told Cassian that she would winnow Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie there as soon as they got Melody and Nyx safe and sound in the estate.

Cassian rushed to the site, his heart pounding g in his chest as fear seized him. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t….

Shadows skittered up ahead throwing Cassian from his thoughts. Azriel. He made for the shadows until he came across three figures. One Azriel who stood before Rhys who was kneeling down on the ground with an illyrian female. One Cassian knew well. His heart sank, the feeling of fear crawling up his throat. Aspen. It was Aspen who Rhys held.

Cassian’s eyes flickered to the sight. To the cave entrance they had explored so many times as children now caved in. Cassian’s heart lurched, a sick feeling in his stomach as he drew near.

“What happened? What-“

Aspen’s eyes found his, that look silencing him.

“He’s-He’s….dead.” Aspen sobbed out, Rhys holding her.

“We don’t know that for sure Aspen. We have reinforcements coming to get them out.”

“What happened?” Cassian asked again to Rhys.

Rhys stated at Cassian, Aspen placing her head in her hands and sobbing deeply. The kind of sobs that sounded like her heart was shattering. Cassian had heard them many times from different grieving widows, hearing their sobs of sorrow never got easier.

Azriel tilted his head indicating that Cassian should follow him. Azriel always tried to maintain his composure in these situations even if his anger was shimmering within him.

“What’s going on?” Cassian snapped.

“One of Devlon’s charges caught some suspicious activity over here a couple of hours ago, so he took a small group to check it out. And while they were inside the cave collapsed into itself.” Azriel explained, Cassian’s stomach dropping.

“What makes you think it has something to do with Koschei?” Cassian asked, his eyes traveling to the cave. To Aspen who had not stopped sobbing.

“The reports said someone was there, but they looked like a man made of shadows.” Azriel explained, his own shadows recoiling at that. Azriel shivered.

“How many?” Cassian asked trying to keep his emotions in check. Praying that they were alright. Safe. That the cave in had not killed them. Illyria had already lost so much, had suffered through enough the past century. They did not need another heartbreak.

“Aspen said there was at least 5 of them, she wanted to go in with them, but Devlon told her to stay outside.” Azriel lowered his eyes, Cassian felt like there was something he wasn’t telling him.

“Azriel, please. You have to tell me everything.” Cassian claimed. He hated secrets, hated keeping them. Azriel’s eyes flickered to Aspen.

“Aspen is pregnant. She just found out this morning, and Devlon didn’t want her to go in just in case.”

Cassian’s heart dropped at the news looking over to Aspen, her deep racked sobs flooding over to him, her hand clamped over her mouth as Cassian saw it. Her hand pressed firmly to her stomach. They had been trying for years. Trying to have a child together and when it finally happened….No. The mother would not be so cruel.

Footsteps sounded from behind him as Cassian turned towards them. He saw Balthazar first. His face grim. Annika was behind him, her posture straightening when she saw Aspen racing towards her as she dropped to her knees beside her, Jora not too far behind as Aspen collapsed into Annika’s arms. Annika’s quiet “I understand. “ drifting towards Cassian causing his heart to break in two.

Feyre materialized in front of them. Her hand dropping Nesta’s as Nesta took in the scene before them. Rhys said a few parting words to Aspen telling her to not give up hope as he headed towards them. Nesta looked towards Cassian, multiple questions in her eyes opening her mouth to ask them before Rhys came and filled everyone in. This was now a rescue and recovering mission.

Nesta had changed into her leathers along with Feyre as the two sisters headed towards the cave in, every instinct of Cassian’s told him to follow them. To protect his mate and High Lady at all cost. But he also had to keep in mind he also had to protect his warriors and the Valkyrie as well.

Cassian got with the warriors helping them lift avoiding dangerous areas and observing Nesta and Feyre. Gwyn and Emerie had also come to help out doing whatever they were instructed to do by both Rhys and Balthazar. Even Lukkius had come so they could have a healer on hand. Taking time in between to check on his sister. Aspen had since grown silent staring off into nothing, giving up hope of Devlon and the other being alright as the hours passed.

“I found an entry way!!!” One of the Illyrian warriors shouted. He looked so young, New to the ranks like he had just participated in the blood rite that spring. Cassian couldn’t remember his name. Why couldn’t he remember his name?

Lukkius jumped to action, meeting the man who had found the entry way. Balthazar turning towards the man.

"Good job Silas." Balthazar stated, the other men helping him make the entrance bigger, Nesta tried to step through, but Cassian found himself holding her back. She looked up at him.

"One of us has to stay here." He told her. Nesta opened her mouth about to argue when Cassian said, "I don't want to risk Melody losing both her parents if this collapses in again." His eyes flickered to Feyre and Rhys. "Same with Nyx."

Rhys tilted his head, a hand brushing against Cassian's mind.

'Remember if Feyre or I die we both die.' Rhys reminded him.

'A stupid bargain if I ever heard of one.'

Nesta stayed silent during the exchange, but she knew what they were talking about.

"It's best if I go in with them." Cassian told all of them. He didn't want the people he loved at risk.

Nesta grasped his hand squeezing it. "Be safe." she told him. He nodded to her, tracing his thumb over her cheek.

"I'll do my best."

"I'm coming with you." Gwyn said stepping by Cassian, Azriel looked towards her, but Gwyn stood her ground. "Don't try to stop me. I made it passed the blood rite therefore I'm a warrior just like you." she stated staring down both Cassian and Azriel. A smirk played on Rhys's lips. Cassian nodded looking over to Feyre.

"Take care of my Mate, Cursebreaker."

Feyre placed her hand on Nesta's shoulder as Cassian took one last look at his mate before he and the others went into the cave.

Nesta walked as he went into the cave waiting until he disappeared from her sight before she turned to Feyre looking at her.

"What else can we do?" She asked as her sister's eyes flickered to hers. Feyre took a deep breath.

"Now we wait. We'll need to be here to tend to the wounded, but if you want to leave I can-"

"I'm staying until he comes back." Nesta replied standing firm. She would not leave Cassian. Couldn't leave him. Feyre nodded understanding. Aspen's sobs echoed through the air, her sorrow hitting Nesta hard. Jora and Annika beside her holding onto her tight.

Nesta went over to them kneeling down beside Aspen, whose tear stained eyes found hers.

"He's gone, Nesta. I know he's gone. I can feel it." Aspen whispered as Nesta found her hand taking it in hers. She looked off into the distance, tears streaming down her face. "We were so happy this morning. So full of life and joy. I can't believe that I may never have one of those moments with him again. I can't believe I won't get to watch him-" Aspen stopped short, but Aspen didn't have to say anything. Nesta had scented it on her when she had knelt beside her.

Nesta pulled her into a hug letting her lay on her shoulder as Annika rubbed Aspen's back, Jora taking Aspen's hand.

Nesta didn't know how long they sat there, how long she held Aspen, but during some point, Rhys's body jerked. Sorrow in his face as Nesta turned to where he was looking. Her breath catching in her throat as she saw Cassian at the entrance carrying someone in his arms. She didn't need anyone to tell her who it was. Aspen picked her head up from Nesta's shoulder, her face crumpling as Cassian reached them kneeling down in front of her.

Tears streamed down Aspen's face as she looked up at Cassian, her hazel eyes full of tears. Cassian shook his head as Aspen placed her head on Devlon's chest, her sobs the only thing that could be heard.

Hours passed, sorrow filling the air. Five lives gone, five lives that Kosheci had taken. Nesta stayed beside Aspen, they had taken Devlon's body giving Aspen their condolences as Annika and Lukkius took over telling everyone that they would take care of her for the night. Nesta promised Aspen that she would check in on her in the morning, but all Aspen did was nod. Her pain written all over her face as she laid back down on the bed, Lukkius whispering things to her as she cried on his lap.

Nesta shut the door, Cassian sat on a chair staring into the fire. Nesta knelt down beside him.

"How is she?" Cassian asked, his voice distant.

"Not good." Nesta answered as Cassian stood up.

"We should get back." Cassian said as she stepped closer to him.

"Cassian-" Nesta started, but the look on his face silenced her.

"Please." He told her extending his hand out to her. She nodded placing her hand in his own as they went outside and took to the skies returning back to Velaris.

Nesta's eyes went up the wing shaped steps that Cassian had climbed hours before telling her that he needed a moment to himself. She had respected his wishes. Respected that he may want to grieve the loss of Devlon alone, but her worry was setting in. She wanted to comfort him, be there for him like he had been for her. But she wasn't sure where to start.

"Go to him." A voice said from behind her. Feyre. She turned to her sister, her sister's face looking painted with grief. "He needs you more than you know."

Nesta gave her sister a slight nod of thanks before she headed up the winding steps, her heart seeming to tell her exactly where he'd be as she turned the knob to the bedroom door, the lights dim when she entered the room and saw Cassian sitting in a chair beside the crib Feyre had brought out for Melody. Their daughter safe and sound inside, her eyes closed as Cassian watched her sleep.

His body went on full alert seeming tense at first until he picked up her scent and settled, his eyes going back to their child. She stood there in silence knowing that she'd wait hours if it was necessary for him to talk as long as he had someone there when he was ready.

"I remember the first moment I held her in my arms." Cassian started. "How she was so small and perfect. I remember that look of undying love of your face, and I had never witnessed anything more beautiful in my five centuries worth of life. Becoming a father, sharing this experience with you, was one of the best things that had ever happened to me."

She witnessed as tears fell from his eyes, she took a step closer to him. Until she was by the chair. He looked up at her, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

"The first thing they tell you about becoming a warrior is that it won't be easy. You'll lose people all the time. You become more familiar with death the more you walk with it, but it doesn't make accepting death any easier. It doesn't-" Cassian swallowed, his voice cracking on the last words as Nesta knelt before him, reaching out for his hand, and intertwining his fingers with hers. "It doesn't make the pain and the grief that comes from death any easier as well. Even if you didn't get along well with the warrior beside you-"

Cassian's eyes flickered to their daughter once more, to the blanket that she was swaddled in.

"He was the one they handed me off too." Cassian confided in her. "He was the one who taught me my first punch-and-" Cassian exhaled, the tears coming in full force. "Even if there were moments where I truly hated him and believe me there were plenty, he was one of the first people to even give me a chance. And now he's-"

Cassian placed his head in his hands and wept. Nesta gathered him in her arms and rested his head to her chest letting the tears flow, letting him grieve in the way that he needed to. She understood the grief. She had felt this grief many times before. And it pained her that Cassian was now feeling it. That Cassian once again had to lose someone who he had known for centuries.

"Now he's gone." Cassian sobbed letting the emotions fall out kneeling down on the floor with her as if wanting to be as close to her as possible. She ran her fingers through his hair, one hand still in his. "Now he'll never get to see his child grow up. He'll never get to train him or see what kind of warrior they'll become. He'll never see that pure, undying love in Aspen's face when she hold them for the first time and it kills me that she has to go through this alone. That yet another child has to lose their parent to the cruelties of this world. To a God who wants to watch the world burn and suffer. It makes me wonder-makes me wonder if there will ever be peace."

"Cassian, listen to me." Nesta said as his tear stained eyes glanced upon her. "I promise that I will do everything in my power to ensure that this court will not fall into chaos. I will train every day and every night to ensure that this world will be safe for everyone. I will not stop until we avenge his death and the death of countless others that Koschei has cost. I will not stop until we find peace. Until we can walk the streets of Velaris and Windhaven without fear. Without the dread of what will happen next. Until we save our home. This I promise you." she swore kissing his knuckles her blue-grey eyes meeting his own.

"And I promise to stand by your side while you do it and to assist you however I can and I will continue to do so until death parts us. Until the Mother calls us home."

"For Windhaven." She swore.

"And for Velaris and everything beyond." He swore touching her forehead with his, vowing to herself that one day she would make sure that Koschei would not see another day.

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Cassian took to the gray skies, a storm rolling in on the horizon as he clung onto Melody and Nesta. Melody's eyes widened in fascination, her tiny wings fluttering in the wing, a laugh escaping from her lips making Nesta smile. The wind blowing both their hair. Cassian landed in the heart of the village, the others taking them in. A few nodding in acknowledgment while others did their best to ignore them. Today wasn't the day for arguments. Today was the day that they were mourning the dead. A day to remember their lives.

Cassian slipped his head in Nesta's, as they walked hand in hand to the house where Aspen resided in. Nesta held onto his hand tightly in comfort knowing that he needed her today. They reached the house, Nesta knocking on the door before Lukkius answered giving them a once over. Dark circles underneath his eyes from staying up late nights taking care of his sister. He had told Cassian earlier that week that he was staying with Aspen for a while to make sure that she wouldn't have to do this alone. Benjamin would go back and forth between their home and Aspen's as well as Amelia, who had been doing everything in her power to keep her aunt's mind off things talking to her about the baby and even taking time to cook with her even though she had confided in Cassian that she could easily burn water. but she would do anything to make sure that her aunt was in a better place.

Even between her training sessions, Nesta would pop in to check on Aspen. Making sure that her fellow Valkyrie was alright. The rest of the Valkyrie would even pop in, especially Annika who had grown closer to Aspen in the past coming months. And had even volunteered to move in with Aspen when the baby arrived so she could help out. Everyone swore that they wouldn’t leave Aspen alone during this. That she would always have them there. Because at the end of the day, the members of this camp were family. A community that didn’t want one of their own to crumple. They had even started to warm up to him and Nesta as well. Had stopped them during the multiple walks through the camps to talk to Nesta about Melody, sure there were still people who hesitated. Who disliked them, but they also glanced at Melody with eyes of acceptance. It might not always be easy for her there, but Cassian knew that she would at least have some home here.

“Come on in.” Lukkius said opening the door wider for them as Cassian glanced around the room. Several warriors who had known and worked with Devlon throughout the centuries had arrived. A couple stopping to talk to Aspen, who held an urn on her lap looking down at it. She had decided cremation instead of a burial for Devlon. Soon they would all walk with her to the top of Ramiel to scatter his ashes, Aspen knowing that he would have wanted that.

Amelia was keeping an eye on her aunt shifting between that and talking to Benjamin. Lukkius sat back on the couch beside her, whispering words to her as she nodded fresh tears spouting in her eyes.

Cassian’s eyes filtered to the corner, to where the others were. They made their way to them, stopping when they reached them as Rhys spared them a glance.

“They’re about to start.” He told them, Nyx by his side. Feyre had been across the way talking to Balthazar and Serenity. Making her way back to them as Aspen and Lukkius stood, Aspen turning her eyes to her brother. Lukkius squeezing her shoulder in reassurance. Aspen took a deep breath and began to speak,

“Thank you all for coming today.” She told them, her eyes scanning the room. “I’m sorry that all of us had to gather here because of a tragedy that took the life of five illyrian warriors too soon. My Devlon included.”

Aspen took a deep breath, sorrow in her brown eyes as she continued,

“Devlon was many things,” Aspen wiped a tear from her cheek. “He was a friend, a brother, a son, a husband, a-“ Aspen chocked up a little bit on the words, but got them out. “ A father, and a warrior. He wasn’t perfect. He made mistakes, but he was-“

Aspen looked down at the urn before looking at everyone.

“He was my husband, the love of my life, the person I wanted to spend eternity building a life and a family with, but our eternity was cut short but the cruel hands of fate. And today instead of him living his life, we are here to honor it." Aspen finished, Lukkius pulling her in closer as they headed out the doors others following them. Cassian didn't know how long they traveled, no one said a word as they walked through Windhaven, taking to the skies as they all flew to Ramiel, Cassian feeling the magic of it as Aspen went to the top of the mountain turning to look at the others below.

Cassian watched as Aspen wept, taking the lid off of the urn and releasing the ashes, the wind picking them up and spreading them to the mountains below. As the tears continued to fall, Aspen stared at the ashes holding the urn, Rhys spoke first.

"May the mother keep you." He stated as Cassian chimed in with,

"And let Enalius watch over you." His own tears falling from his face as Aspen turned her face up to the skies and said,

"Fly high, my love." as the rain finally poured.

"What happens now? To the camp." Cassian asked a week later. Nesta had returned to Windhaven getting the go ahead from Rhys claiming that he had seen no sight of Koschei or any suspicious actively as of lately. Cassian had left her there that morning, so she could train more with Amnren before she visited Aspen. Elain and Lucien had offered to babysit Melody and Nyx today wanting to spend as much time with her niece and nephew as possible while Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel discussed what was going to happen with Illyria. Who would temporarily take leadership.

Rhys paced his office before glancing at Cassian and Azriel. "We'll all oversee matters in Windhaven until the warriors feel like they should put it to a vote. It will be their choice to pick three choices for who they think can fill the position."

"And what will determine who it is overall?" Cassian asked. Rhys turned to him.

"It is the choice of the High Lord." He answered, his glance seeming torn as his gaze returned to the fire. "Until then you will be overseeing things seeing as how you're already living there."

Cassian nodded looking towards the fire as Rhys asked. "How are you holding up?"

Cassian reclined back in the chair. "I still can't believe he's gone."

Rhys looked back to the fire. "Neither can I."

"We need to find him soon." Azriel stated his shadows coiling around him. "Before he can hurt anyone else."

"Amren and Nesta are working on that." Rhys said glancing over to Cassian. "Amren thinks they'll make a break through soon."

"Let's hope so."

"We're going to try to locate hi using my blood?" Nesta asked looking at the map of prythin in front of her. Amren sat on the floor next to her, small knife in hand.

"Seeing as how you two share the same blood, I figured we could at least give this a shot." Amren explained making Nesta lift her eyebrow.

"Why wait until now to present this idea?" She asked.

"Because this spell takes a lot of magic to cast." She told her. They had managed to restore some of Nesta's magic lately. Not all, but some. Enough to possibly power this spell.

"Then let's try it." Nesta stated holding out her hand, letting Amren grasp it. Slicing her hand open as Nesta gasped. Obviously Amren hadn't been going for a little prick of the finger.

"What the hell?" Nesta hissed clutching onto her still bleeding hand.

"Concentrate." Amren spat back. "You need to tap into that magic of yours, picture Kosechi, and keep him in your mind. The map will tell us the rest."

Nesta gritted her teeth but did as she was instructed, closing her eyes and using every bit of her mind settling to tap into her powers. Her powers stroked at her skin, licked at her like a flame. Wanting, pleading to let them become one with her, but something in her mind wouldn't let them all the way in. At least not yet. She took what she could. Not sure if the spell was working before she heard Amren gasp, her eyes flying open as Nesta's eyes landed on it, widening.

"We have to go to Rhys. We have to go to him right now."

Rhys splayed his fingers across the table, his teeth gritted as Cassian felt anger swell in him as well. He forced himself to contrate on Nesta. On making sure the cut on her hand had stopped bleeding as he bandaged it up trying his best not to snap at Amren for cutting it in the first place. Apparently they had needed more blood than just a prick of the finger.

"Is that not too tight?" He asked her as she nodded, her mind possibly on the time where she had done the same for him. Amren glanced between the two. He glanced at her.

"What?" He snapped, Nesta turned hers.

"Cassian." She told him. "I'm alright."

"You know how Mate's get when their own is hurt." Cassian reminded her.

"With how many times I've had to aid you with your injuries, how could I possibly forget?"

Cassian squeezed her hand that wasn't injured as he turned to Rhys, Feyre by his side, both of them looking at the map as the color drained out of Feyre's face.

"I can't believe it." Feyre breathed out. "He's been here this whole time. He never left."

"Technically he hasn't been in Velaris, just the hiding in plain sight." Amren stated, Feyre glowering at her.

"Him being in the Court of Nightmares isn't much better." Feyre snapped at her.

"Do you think Keir knows?" Azriel asked. As a look passed over Nesta's face.

"The body." She stated making the others turn to her in confusion. She continued. " The first body we found was one of the citzens of that court. What if-What if Kier had done it to get us off his trail. To make it appear as The Court of Nightmares was also under attack from Koschei?"

"I wouldn't put it passed him." A voice from the door stated as the others turned to see Mor coming through the door. She touched the map still stained with Nesta's blood. "Bastard."

"We have to confront him." Nesta stated drawing Cassian's answer.

"No." He stated.

"Cassian-" She started. A fire in her gaze.

"We can't just barge into the Court of Nightmares especially if Keir is hiding Koscheci there. You don't have your full powers yet. He could easily kill you."

"He needs me to break the curse that bonds him to the lake."

Cassian leveled his gaze with her. "We don't know what all he needs to do to accomplish that. For all we know it could just be a speck of your blood or a follicle of your hair. I'm not risking your life for a plan that could do more harm than good."

Nesta glowered at him. He knew that she hated when he did this.

"You taught me all I know Cassian, Trust that I am strong enough to protect myself." She said.

"He's a God, Nesta."

He swore he could see those silver flames behind her eyes when she said,

"So am I."

"I think I have a plan." Rhys said, Cassian and Nesta glanced at him. "But we're going to need someone else's help to accomplish it. Someone that knows the Court of Nightmares and Keir better than we all do."

It clicked mind before Rhys could even utter the name.

"Please tell me that you’re not thinking of who I think you're thinking of." Cassian inquired, Rhys shooting him an apologetic look as he said,

"I think it's time we paid Eris a visit."

Cassian landed gently on the ground, Nesta nestled in his arms as he waved the others on telling Rhys telepathically that he needed a minute alone with Nesta. Rhys nodded gesturing Feyre and the others inside. As autumn air blew Nesta’s hair. She looked at the trees, the stars. Anywhere except him.

“I didn’t mean to doubt you. I know your reputation as a warrior means a lot to you. It’s just that-“ He inhaled. “I’m so terrified that I could hardly speak.”

Nesta looked up at him with silver blue eyes. “And you don’t think I’m terrified? That I don’t wake up everyday worries sick that the man who sired me will hurt the people I care about? Of course I’m terrified Cassian, but my fear has always held me back in the past. I won’t let it hold me back this time.”

“I never meant it that way, I just-Everytime I think about Melody potentially growing up without her mother….it-it’s something that sticks with me. She needs you, Nesta.”

Nesta looked at him fiercely. “She needs her father as well.” Nesta snapped. “Last week you went into that cave without a second thought of whether or not it would collapse. You told me, Rhys, and Feyre to stay behind because of the children, but what if the cave hadn’t been stable? What if you had died?”

“Then she would have had you, Nesta. You and I both know the pain of losing ones mother. I never want Melody to go through the same thing. To not have her mother there to teach her everything she needs to know.”

Nesta stepped closer, “but I never would be able to teach her everything Cassian. She’s half illyrian. I could never teach her how to fly, or the history behind where she comes from. She needs you as much as she needs me. Why can’t you see that?” Nesta shouted. Tears falling from her eyes. And damned if he wasn’t crying to.

Something snapped in him then. Something raw and real. Something that has festered within him for a long time.

“Because for most of my life I’ve felt like I wasn’t worth it Nesta! That I had gotten lucky. That I was a worthless bastard who didn’t deserve anything he had. And when they threw in my face that our daughter may never be accepted it broke something in me, because I can’t help but feel that the reason why that was, was because of me. Because of what I’d done in the past and-“ Cassian took a deep breath. “Melody doesn’t deserve that. And neither do you.”

Nesta stepped towards him, bother palms splayed across his face.

“You’re worthy to me.” She whispered, her hair wiping in the wind. Cassian inhaling her scent. The scent of their tears mixing together as one.

“You are worthy Cassian. Melody couldn’t have a better father by her side. But I need you to believe that too. We made a life together Cassian, and she is-“ Nesta inhaled, tears spilling from her eyes. “She is everything I dreamed of and more. And so are you. I never expected that I would ever have a mate or a daughter, but here I am now, with you. And if I have to fight until my last breath for this life I will. But only if you support me and believe that I can.”

“I promise never to doubt you again.” Cassian swore, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Let’s get inside.” Nesta told him, slipping her hand in his own as they made their way into Vassa’s estate.

“So let me get this straight, you want me to expose the fact that I’m still alive to one of the people who would kill me the second he knew I wasn’t dead?? Am I understanding that correctly?” Eris asked. He sat perched on the loveseat, Vassa and Jurian sitting across the way from him.

Rhys exchanged a glance with Feyre who sighed.

“That’s not exactly what we’re saying, but if you chose to do this with us than yes there are some risk.”

Eris reclined in his seat, arms crossed over his chest as he looked at them incredulously.

“Are you insane? Why would I do that?” Eris snapped, Cassian swore he could see Feyre’s eyes roll from over here.

“If it helps we’d be in the same amount of danger you would be in.” Cassian supplied, Feyre throwing him a look that told him that he wasn’t helping as Rhys answered.

“Look I know you trusted us before, and I know it was us not regularly checking in to see how things were goi g in the autumn court that made your father and Keir turn on you, but we just need some information from you. Or for you to at least find out where Keir could be hiding Koschei.”

Eris rolled his eyes. “He won’t trust me enough to tell me such valuable information. Even if I could soothe over the “misunderstanding” Keir is not stupid or blind, and he has enough hatred for all of us to burn down this world, so no I don’t feel like risking my life for something that would be pointless.”

“Then don’t.” Nesta chimed in making the others turn towards her. “We just need you to divulge where exactly Keir may be hiding Koschei in the Court of Nightmares. Surely you must have saw something all those times you were with Keir.”

Eris looked to Nesta and sighed,

“If Keir finds out I’m alive-“

“He won’t.” Nesta told him.

“I don’t need any more empty promises, my mother lost her life the last time I trusted your court.” Eris spat, But Nesta held her ground.

“You made this alliance with the Night Court out of your own free volition, you knew that your life and the life of others you cared about may be at risk, I am truly sorry that your mother lost her life in such a horrific way, but you can’t just blame us, we are not the ones who killed her, your father was. And you know it wasn’t the first time he’s spilled the blood of an innocent to keep someone in line.”

Eris’s jaw clenched, “My mother’s death was not my fault.”

“I never said it was, but I know what it feels like to lose a parent and feel like you’re at fault for them losing their life. It happened to my father as well. But you can’t let fear stop you from doing what is right.”

Eris looked at her, understanding flowing through his gaze. She knew that pain. That struggle. Cassian had helped her through it so many times. Had felt that sting himself. He would have never guessed he would also have something in common with Eris.

“Keir has several places where he could be keeping Koschei, but I feel if Keir was hiding him, he’d be hiding him in plain sight.”

The others looked to him. Waiting for the response that they should have saw coming. Cause there was only one place that they all had in mind.

“I think Keir may be hiding him in the prison at the Court of Nightmares.”

Chapter Text

Nesta looked down at Melody’s sleeping form watching her daughter’s wings flutter in her sleep wondering if she was dreaming of flying Mor dreaming about a world that wasn’t their own. She caressed her daughter’s ink black hair, she moved slightly, but not enough to wake her. Nesta hoped that all would go as planned tonight, but if Keir had caught wind of their plan beforehand or if Koschei caught them before they killed him, well this may very well have been the last time she would see her daughter.

The last time she would glance upon the life her and Cassian had created. This innocent life that meant so much to both her parents. She couldn’t bare it if the plan went array. If she left her daughter without her mother. She had known that pain too well. As sharp as any blade could dare cut. She didn’t want her daughter to feel the same way. She wanted so many thing for her little girl. To teach her the joy of reading and the dance of battle and the love of dance and whatever else her daughter wanted, just so long as she could stay.

She leaned down, pressing a kiss to her daughters cheek.

“I love you, my love, my little warrior. My beautiful song.Mama and daddy will be home as soon as she can.” She promised giving her daughter one last kiss and not taking her eyes off of her until she had left the room.

Nesta examined herself in her vanity mirror making sure no hair was out of place. Making sure that she looked as regal as possible for the plan tonight.

“You look beautiful.” Cassian claimed as Nesta spun around to meet his gaze. His gaze filtered to the simple black dress that she wore. How it hugged every curve of her body and the high neck collar. Her hair swept up in a cornet braid. A perfect vision of a lady of the court. They had also opted to have Cassian in formal wear as well.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” She smiled. Her eyes exploring the confides of his body, her warrior, her heart. One thing was for sure, her mate did clean up well.

He drew her to him, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. His hands roaming up her back maki g her body shiver in anticipation. She wished she could lose herself in that feeling, lose herself in the feel of his body against hers. The sensation of their bond as their bodies joined as one. But that would have to wait until after they had accomplished their mission. If they both survived it.

He leaned forward, tipping her chin up as he brought his smooth lips onto hers. She savored this kiss, prayed that it would not be their last as her arms wrapped against his neck and she pulled him closer. Later. They would do this later. She pulled away pressing a kiss to everywhere she could on his face. On his neck. He had made to unfasten her zipper when a knock on the door sounded and he blew out a frustrated sigh.

“If we make it through this night, I’m going to do all kinds of things to that body of yours.” He promised. Kissing her one last time as he opened up the door, Mor’s eyes shifting between the two.

“Are you two ready?” She asked.

“As ready as we’ll ever be.” Cassian replied throwing his arm around Nesta. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m not too thrilled about this plan and introducing Emerie to my hateful father, but if it’s our only shot to distract them as you go in the dungeons down there then so be it.” Mor answered looking over her red dress once more and soothing out the wrinkles.

Right now the plan was simple, provide a distraction with Mor, Feyre. Rhys, and Emerie while Nesta and Cassian snuck into the dungeons to try and find Koschei. Hopefully still in a weakened state thanks to the spell bounding him to the lake.

If somehow Koschei escaped Vassa, Elain, and Lucien would be waiting by the water for him, ready to weaken him if that’s what it took. Gwyn and Amren would be watching Melody when they were away to make sure that no one got to her. And if Koschei still escaped, I’d he decided to go after her daughter next. Gwyn knew exactly what to do. What Helion and Lucien had offered her. A chance at life away from the Night Court and hidden away from her grandfather. A place where there would be no harm to her. It's all she wanted for her daughter. A world where she was safe. She just hoped she lived to see it.

"Is Emerie holding up okay?" Cassian asked, Mor nodded.

"She's not too thrilled to be meeting my parents, but if it's for helps us accomplish our tasks, she's more than willing to play nice."

"Hard to play nice with Keir of all people." Cassian muttered. Mor agreed.

She gave Nesta a once over. "Are you ready?"

"I'm beyond terrified." She answered. Mor gave her a look of understanding.

"That's understandable, but I have faith that you can do this. We all do." Mor assured her.

Cassian grasped her hand running his thumb down her palm in assurance. Faith. She had to have faith. Nesta only hoped that faith wasn't misplaced.

Darkness swept over the court as Rhys and Feyre entered first, Keir and the others looked at the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court as they descended down the stairs, Cassian looping his arm through Nesta's, holding her close.

"Are you ready for this mate?" He asked.

"With you I'm ready for anything."

Cassian pressed a kiss to her cheek, A smile forming on her face before they descended the stairs, arm in arm, Nesta felt the eyes on them. She had felt them twice before when she had come, but this time was different. This time her and Cassian were mated. This time the Court of Nightmares knew exactly who Cassian was to Nesta. Nesta could almost feel Keir's eyes on him. the sneer on his face showing the hatred he felt for him alone.

Nesta felt her anger rise, the need to protect her mate as strong as any force in the universe, but Cassian squeezed her hand in assurance. In a gesture to show her that he was okay.

"I can see the hatred in his gaze." Nesta murmured to him, they were too far for anyone to hear.

"The coldest stares and the harshest words mean nothing when I have my eternal flame by my side. Let them stew in it, we’ll give them something to talk about for weeks."

Nesta couldn't help the smile that formed on her lips. She still wished she could wipe that sneer straight off Keir’s face especially when he saw who came in after them.

Mor and Emerie descended the stairs, Mor’s smile brighter than anything that Nesta had ever seen. Emerie matched that smile confidence radiating off her body as the members of the court took her in. Their were looks of intrigue on some of their faces but sneers and looks of disgust on others. Nesta wished she could rip their heads off. Her friend looked beautiful and lethal at the same time. A perfect combination.

When everyone had settled the court stopped and turned their attention to Rhys and Feyre. Nesta put on her face of disinterest as she let Cassian’s hand roam her thigh earning them a few more looks. This was their plan after all. To make it seem like their need for each other was too great to where people wouldn’t question why they had went off for a quick moment to take care of their urges.

Cassian’s hand trailed higher, up the slit of her skirt. She leaned into that touch as Rhys spoke to the court, soon his part of the plan would commence. Cassian pressed a kiss to the side of Nesta’s throat, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She had never been so intimate with Cassian in public, but she guessed every now and then wouldn’t hurt. Not to this extent however.

His lips trailed up her throat, his other hand that was not on her thigh traveling upward to cup her breast. A couple of eyes flickered to them then. Earning them a few looks of disgust as Nesta made a soft moan for dramatic effect.

Rhys sniffed the air then, cutting sharp eyes towards them.

“At least have the decency to excuse yourselves.” Rhys stated, trying his best to not show anything on his faces.

“Whatever you say, My Lord.” And then Cassian did what Nesta had never expected him to do, he threw her over his shoulder carrying her out of the ballroom with all eyes on them. The blush on her face returning.

When they had made it to where no prying eyes would see them, Cassian put Nesta down, she glared at him.

“That wasn’t apart of the plan.” She mused, a gleam catching in Cassian’s hazel eyes as he leant down to whisper in her ear.

“I had to make it believable.”

If they had not been on such a delicate mission, she would have damned the consequences and had him right that second, but she kept her composure.

“Do you have Eris’s instructions?” She asked hating to break the mood.

Cassian materialized the paper, taking a brief glance at it before pocketing it.

“We’re good to go.” Cassian told her as they made their way to a room where Mor had told them they stowed their weapons.

Cassian handed Nesta a dagger as she bunched up her skirts and strapped it to her thigh. Cassian’s hazel eyes glowed with desire.

“What?” She asked as his smile grew.

“I’ve just never seen a more attractive sight.”

Nesta rolled her eyes slightly, but she couldn’t help the smile that had formed on her own face. The hint of the blush on her cheeks still there. If this plan worked. If they lived through this then she would definitely have him later.

“Save some of that for later.” She suggested pulling down her skirts as Cassian strapped a few daggers to his own body keeping them well hidden.

He gave her something small, she looked at it with interest.

“You can hide these in your hair.” He instructed her. “Just make sure you hit a person on their pulse points.”

Nesta nodded hiding the object in her hair giving herself a once over before her and Cassian headed out of the room, Cassian smoothing down his hair and pulling g on his suit jacket to make sure that it looked as if they had been indulging in certain activities in that room.

Nesta ruffled her hair, careful to avoid whatever was in it and smudged her own lipstick to make it look authentic. Cassian gave her a once over giving a nod of approval before they set off.

It was only a handful of minutes until Cassian found the door, two guards stood on guard having a causal conversation with one another as Nesta gave Cassian a look. How were they supposed to distract them? Neither of them were unrecognizable. Both of them well known members of the court. She wished that her powers granted her the power of shapeshifting.

She settled her mind, looking for an answer, any answer as Nesta had an idea.

“Do you think we’re close enough to winnow?” Nesta asked.

“It’s entirely possible but where would we-“

Grasping Cassian’s arm, she envisioned what Rhys has described to her. The dungeon she had seen in her mind settling before they winnowed the short distance Nesta falling face first in the dirt. Cassian let out an oomph beside her looking around.

“Holy shit, it worked” Cassian gaped looking at Nesta.

They had materialized outside of the holding cells, as Nesta gaped at what she saw. In the center of the room laid an orb that seemed like it was filled with shadows. That shadowed form looking so familiar. But it wasn't one of Azriel's shadows no...This was one of her father's. Nesta sucked in a breath. Finally after all this time, it might finally be over. If she could get the spell that would bound Koschei to the lake permanently until she found a way to kill him that wouldn't put her or the ones she loved in danger.

Nesta took a deep breath, letting go of Cassian's hand going into the cell as Cassian stopped short of the cell door, Nesta turned to him in question.

"I can't get passed the wards." Cassian replied hitting pressing his palm against it.

"I'll be alright." She promised him, unraveling the spell she had kept tuck in her skirts.

Cassian nodded keeping vigilant by the door as Nesta stepped up tp the orb careful not to touch it, placing the spell beside it as she opened up her mind, body, and soul to her magic. The magic that had always been there. She started to chant the words when she felt a cold drift and Cassian's breath hitching up. A warning as Nesta grabbed her dagger from her thigh plunging it towards whoever was behind her as a hand grasped her arm as if expecting it as Nesta felt a sharp pain at her side.

She cried out hearing Cassian's shouts of rage, hearing him trying to claw down that barrier, trying to get to her. Nesta clutched at her side, feeling as if it were on fire, feeling an ashy taste at the back of her throat. Screams echoed upstairs as Nesta felt nausea slam into her. She looked down at her wound, at the blood pouring from her side an oozing black mixed with the crimson of the blood.

"Nesta!" Cassian shouted. As Nesta looked up to see who had attacked. She wished she was shocked to see who it was. But when she saw Eris hovering over her, a smug smile on his face, the knife in his hand.

"I will kill you." Cassian growled as Eris flicked his wrist sending Cassian flying back.

"Cassian!" Nesta cried out. Before an excruciating scream feel from her lips, and inky blackness crawling up her side. She looked up at Eris, teeth bared.

"You fucking traitor." She spat at him. Her hand pressed to her side, it wouldn't stop bleeding. Whatever was in her blood stream still making it's way up, crawling on her skin slowly. Spreading through her veins.

"You were the imbeciles who feel for it. Such a shame too, I thought you Archeron's were more clever than that."

"Why?" She asked him, gritting her teeth at the pain radiating through her body, feeling as if she were on fire. She swore she could feel Cassian get up at that moment, that pure, animalistic rage that coursed through his veins at seeing his mate injured, ready to shred the person who did it to pieces. Nesta saw that in his eyes, His face. Screams still raged outside, Nesta's vision blurred slightly going in and out of focus.

"Because I want power and helping you doesn't grant that to me."

Cassian banged against the barrier trying his best to get through. Eris sneered at him.

"Only Gods can step through that barrier, it's why your precious mate could. Now you get to sit there and watch as I release that which you fear the most as your mate slowly dies while I do it."

"What did you do to her?" Cassian snapped, his teeth bared.

"I may have taken that dagger your little mate here made and laced it with some ash wood."

Nesta swore she saw Cassian grow still, feeling something gushing from out of her nose the smell of copper filling her nostrils.

"Cassian-" She called out to him. wanting to see his eyes. Wanting to see his face before whatever was in her system took hold. He looked at her, love in her gaze. A look of utter defeat in his gaze.

"Nes-"

"Take care of her." She instructed him. Cold. She felt so cold.

"Nesta, don't." He cried out to her. She swore she felt her heart breaking.

"I love you. I've always loved you. From the moment I first laid eyes on you I never felt such love." Breathing became difficult, she swore she saw Eris slam down the knife with her blood in the orb, the ground shaking slightly. "I've only felt that twice in my life, with her and with you. Take care of her Cassian, she deserves a father like you."

Eris slammed into the wall grunting, a blinding light floating over her, tears streaming down Cassian's face, the words "I love you." on his lips as her world went black.

"No!" Cassian shouted watching as the princeling got up wiping the blood from his forehead, the orbs shadows non existent as his mate laid unconscious on the floor. She wasn't dead, he would be able to feel it if she were, but she had passed out from whatever was in her system. Her breathing swallow, her heart slowed, her veins visible on her pale skin. She looked lifeless. She looked like death. "Nesta!"

Cassian lunged up, he didn't care if he had to throw himself on the barrier to weaken it several times. he would get to Eris and when he did-He would show him no mercy. He would show the princeling why others had called him the Lord of Bloodshed. How he had earned that title.

Screams still erupted throughout the Court of Nightmares as Cassian turned narrowed eyes to Eris. And said what he expected all along.

"You were never on our side, were you?"

"Of course not. I tried to warn your mate here that if she stayed it the Night Court it would be her downfall. As well as anyone else who will refuse to submit to Koschei."

Cassian gritted his teeth, rage filling him. He swore he could see red edging his vision.

"Why are you helping him? Do you not understand that Koschei will do anything and use anyone to get what he wants?"

Eris stepped closer, throwing a mocking smile at him.

"That may be true, but at least I will watch your Court of Dreamers suffer before he turns on me. Especially that precious High Lord of yours."

The pieces started to click together for Cassian.

"Keir always knew you were still alive."

"He's the one who suggested that plan to my father in the first place. Wound me to get your guard down and get me in you good graces." Eris smiled making Cassian's gut twist.

"He killed your mother." Cassian growled out. "How could you still help him after he did something so deplorable to the one person you cared about?"

Fire gleamed underneath Eris's gaze. "My mother's fate was still a punishment for my disobedience. This was my father's idea to get me to make up for it." Eris shrugged. "Don't get me wrong, being High Lord of the Autumn Court was the dream for me, but I soon found out the hard way that most of my dreams turn into nightmares. So I might as well go out in a blazing glory."

Cassian's eyes flickered up the stairs, to the fierce banging and screaming from up above.

"What the hell is going on up there?" Cassian sneered, He swore he saw a spark in Eris's eyes as he answered.

"Chaos."

The doors above opened, shouts ringing through them, the distant sound of a struggle floating down to where they were. Cassian knew he couldn't waste one moment longer. It was a fool's plan, one that probably wouldn't work but he had to try, for Nesta's sake.

“You made the wrong choice.” Cassian growled out and before Eris even had time to turn around, fire erupting from his hands, Cassian had already flung the dagger he had freed from his thigh and flung it into the princelings chest. Striking true.

Eris glanced down at the knife for a millisecond as if in utter disbelief. As if he didn’t expect that it would be Cassian to end his life.

He collapsed next to where the orb used to lay as Cassian collected himself not wasting a moment. He raced towards the open cell, the barrier now letting him in, whatever magic that held it there had vanished when either the orb was destroyed or when Eris had died.

“Nesta! Nes!” Cassian shouted collapsing beside her, gathering her in his arms. Placing his fingers by the pulse of her neck, gazing down at her form.

Still alive. Nesta was still alive even though it appeared as if death had claimed her. All his senses drove him in full force. The urge of protect his mate at all cost coming to the forefront of his mind.

Footsteps drew near, racing towards them as Cassian grabbed another dagger, no one would hurt his mate. He struck out, ready to plunge the dagger he held into the neck of the next assailant, but a voice so familiar caused him to stop.

“Cassian, Wait!” Mor shouted, her blonde hair caked in blood along with her hands, face, and upper torso. He dropped the dagger, shame creeping up on him at the thought that he had almost killed his best friend.

A gasp ripped from Mor’s throat as she sunk down to her knees beside Nesta reaching out for her as Cassian growled.

Mor senses what was happening and dropped her hand before it touched Nesta’s body. Cassian dropped to his knees gathering Nesta back on his arms as Mor’s eyes flickered to Eris’s body, the blood from his wound pouring out on the stone floor.

“Eris betrayed us. He was working with his father, Keir, and Koschei this whole time. He-He stabbed Nesta with ash wood” Cassian answered her, his voice trembling.

“Shit.” Mor stated reaching out towards Nesta. Cassian growled again. Her eyes snapped to his. Agitation filling her face, but there was a bit of understanding there too. Mor didn’t understand. She didn’t know how it felt when your mate was severely hurt. Nesta had felt that when he- No he couldn’t think of that. Couldn’t think of life without his mate.

“Cassian. We have to winnow her out of here and get her to madja. Is she-“

“She’s still alive. I-I can still feel her pulse and her heart-“ Cassian’s words caught in his throat. Her heartbeat was still there. Slow, and barely there, but still alive.

“Is the bond-“

“Still intact.” Cassian stated holding onto her hand, and stroking her hair. All her veins were visible now. Her skin so, so pale. Her lips blue due to lack of oxygen.

“I’m not leaving her.” Cassian told her. Mor nodded reaching out her hand.

“Hold on tight to her then.” Mor stated as she winnowed them all out of there Cassian praying that it wasn’t too late.

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Cassian was always taught that no one ever knew what they had until they lost it all. That was all that he could think about when he raced up the stairs at Rhys and Feyre’s river house depositing Nesta onto the bed.

Mor still stood behind him, her face growing pale as he ripped at where the wound was. The wound festering and bleeding as if she had been playing with fire and had gotten burned.

Spider like veins were caressing over her skin and she looked hot and cold all over. Blood poured from everywhere. Her mouth, her gums, her ears, and her nose. But she was still there. Still holding on as if she were commanding death itself.

The door slammed open, Madja looking disoriented as her gaze snapped to Nesta.

“Mother of Gods.” She whispered, crossing herself before going over to Nesta. Cassian stiffened earning him a look from Madja.

“I can not save your mate, if you don’t let me try Cassian. Mor take him elsewhere.”

“I’m not leaving.” Cassian told her. Madja stood firm.

“Then you will let me look her over and determine what the best way to save her life.”

Cassian nodded, pulling in the wolf by the reins as he stepped aside and let Madja examine Nesta. Taking a sharp intake of breath.

“What? What is it?” Cassian inquired. He knew it looked bad. It looked really bad.

“What made this wound?”

“A dagger of Ashwood.” He told her. Her face turned solemn. “What? What aren’t you telling me?”

“I’ve seen wounds like this and the fae who get them rarely live past the first initial stab wound. It’s a miracle that’s she’s still alive.”

“Do you know how to fix it?” Cassian asked her.

“I can administer the antidote and ses of that reverses the effects.”

“Does the antidote work on Gods?”

Madja stiffened. Looking down at Nesta. “That is why she’s still alive. The ash wood takes hours to work against immortals.”

“Will we be able to save her?” Cassian choked out. He felt as if he could barely breath. Barely think.

“We’ll sure as hell try.” Madja told him. Examining the rest of Nesta to determine the next course of action.

Cassian watched as Madja mixed together a few herbs, she turned towards him, a small scalpel in her hands.

"I need your blood." Madja requested. Cassian gazed at her. "Your her mate, your blood could have healing qualities for her."

"That won't be enough." A voice explained from the door. Elain standing in the middle of the doorway, eyes locked on Nesta. "We need something stronger."

Cassian turned to Elain, Lucien joined her in the door frame, catching his breath. They both looked like hell.

"For now I'm trying to halt the poison from spreading." Madja answered her, holding out her hand so Cassian could offer his hand. He looked to Elain.

"What's your idea?"

Elain stepped into the room, looking down at Nesta.

"It'll take some time for her to completely heal, but I think this may be our best shot." Elain answered seeming one hundred percent sure of whatever her idea was.

"What do we need to do first?"

Light surrounded her as Nesta opened her eyes gazing around a field of flowers, butterflies fluttering around her as she looked around the empty field. It was so quiet, so tranquil and peaceful. She wished that everywhere would be this way. She sat up, looking down, surprised to see that she once again had a abdomen swollen with the life. She reached down, placing her hand on her stomach as laughter filled the meadow. She glanced up tears prickling her eyes as she saw her daughter and Cassian racing towards her.

Nesta paused. When had her daughter grown? The child she saw racing towards her looked to be around five or six. But there was no mistaking that she was hers. Her hair had grown enough to where it now was styled in a crowned braid. She had also grown quite tall. There would be no doubt that she would grow to be as tall as Nesta. Maybe even taller. A smile lit her daughter's face, her wings tucked behind her.

"Mommy!" She shouted. Nesta placed her hand on her mouth at the sound of her daughter's voice. That was the first words that Nesta had heard her speak.

Arms flung around her as Nesta hugged her daughter close.

"Do what Madja says first." Elain instructed. Cassian gave Madja his hand as he gazed over to Nesta. Her wound getting worse. Her hair now losing it's shine.

"She's not in pain." Elain said making Cassian gaze at her. "The Mother is making sure of it. We just need to do our part and get her back to our world."

Cassian sucked in a breath at the same time Madja sliced his hand. His blood dripping in the concoction of herbs that Madja had wiped up.

"What do you mean get her back to our world? Elain. Where is she? Where is my Mate?"

But he knew. Deep down he knew.

"She's in the Otherworld."

"Hello, My love." Nesta replied as Melody pulled away, sitting down on the blanket beside her mother as she snuggled against her side, the butterflies now flying around her as Melody reached out her hand, one landing in it.

Cassian smiled sitting down on Nesta's other side, pressing a firm hand to her abdomen giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Hello, Mate." Cassian greeted than pressed a kiss to her abdomen. "How are you and the baby doing?"

Nesta leaned forward, her lips touching Cassian. "We're fine. Just a little disoriented." She felt a strong kick during that time. Her hand flying to her abdomen on top of Cassian's. Cassian's brow lifted.

"Is everything alright?" Cassian asked looking troubled.

“I just-“ How could she even begin to explain this feeling to Cassian. “I’m just awe struck to see how much she’s grown. It seems like just yesterday that she was a baby.” She decided to state. To see what Cassian’s reaction would be.

He smiled leaning over and placing a stray hair behind her ear. The touch feeling…off. Melody was now preoccupied. Her face in a book. Looking so much like her that Nesta couldn’t believe it. Her daughter loved to read. But even though the scene was perfect. Even though everything looked fine on the surface. Nesta couldn’t put her finger on why it felt like something wasn’t right with this scenario.

“I still can’t believe she’s six either. It felt like just yesterday we saw her face for the first time.” Cassian commented rubbing at the bump on her stomach. The baby kicking at his touch. “I’m excited to see what our son looks like.”

Nesta stiffened slightly. Looking down at her abdomen. Their son. “How far along am I?” Nesta asked, Cassian looked at her confused. “Pregnancy brain.” She answered and he nodded in understanding.

“Eight months. We’ll be meeting him soon enough.” Cassian told her hand rubbing circles on her baby bump.

“Where are we?” Nesta asked. Looking around. She had never seen this field before in her life.

“In our meadow of course.” Cassian reminded her, she looked around.

“This-This doesn’t look like the Night Court. Cassian’s brown fused together confused.

“That’s because this place hasn’t been the Night Court in quite some time.”

Nesta stared at him expecting him to yell got you and tell her he was just joking. Only he looked dead serious. Nesta’s stomach dropped.

“What do you mean? What happened to the Night Court? What happened to-“

“Nesta! Cassian!” A voice rang out as she glanced over to Feyre and Rhys. Feyre stroding over to them still in her Night court attire. Nesta glanced down, she was wearing a lilac maternity dress, not traditional Night Court attire. Cassian himself didn’t even appear to be in it. Looking as if he were matching her.

“Aunt Feyre!” Melody shouted crossing the meadow until she was in Feyre’s arms.

“We should probably greet them.” Cassian suggested standing up, offering Nesta his outstretched hand.

She glanced at it. Not sure what to make of what was happening as she grasped his hand, hand on her belly ready to greet Feyre and Rhys with Cassian as a sharp pain flowed through her.

“Nesta!” Cassian shouted. Those were the last words she heard before she went under.

“How do we get her out?” Cassian asked, listening to his Mate’s heart beat. It was all over the place as if doing everything in its power to combat the poison flowing through her system.

“You have to reunite her soul with the world of the living.” A different voice replied. Cassian stiffened whirling around to see Rhys standing in the door frame. He looked like hell. Like he was one second away from collapsing on his knees in devastation.

“What the hell happened?” Cassian asked. Rhys glanced at Nesta. Refusing to say anything. Damn him and his tendency to keep secrets.

“Dammit Rhys if you don’t start talking-“

“Now is not the time!” Madja snapped at both of them covering her hands so she wouldn’t touch the ashwood in Nesta’s system and applying the herbs as Cassian watched Nesta’s wound heal in front of him. She still appeared like death, but at least the bleeding f had managed to stop. “Whatever is happening can wait until after we save Nesta.”

“We need someone else with healing abilities.” Elain stated as Cassian looked to Rhys,

“We need Feyre. Where is she?” Cassian asked. He swore he could see the color drain out of Rhys’s face. He stiffened.

“Rhys-Where is Feyre?”

“She-“ Rhys couldn’t get the words out, Cassian felt as if something had punched him in the gut. He knew Feyre wasn’t dead for his brother beside him would be dead too. But that didn’t mean something hadn’t happened to her.

“Dammit Rhys. Where is Feyre!?”

“They took her.” Rhys snapped, everyone in the room stilled.

“Wh-What do you mean they took her? Who’s they?” Cassian’s gut twisted and for a moment he felt as if he couldn’t breath.

“Feyre told him to take her. I-I tried to rip free from my restraints, but she-she offered to go with Koschei. To buy us time. To buy Nesta time.”

“Are you saying that-“

“Kosheci took Feyre and I-I can’t feel her through the bond anymore.”

A gasp flew from Nesta's lips as she lurched up in the bed looking down at the sheets. She had never seen these sheets before, they were softer than anything she had ever felt. The bed looking as if she were laying in the middle of a sunset. Even the floor below her seemed like it were made out of clouds. Nesta leaned down, touching the surface, it slipping through her fingers. Cassian had flown over clouds before. She had felt their softness. These felt the same way. Was-Was she in the clouds?

Nesta sat up, memories slamming back into her as her hand flew to her stomach. It felt empty. Panic slammed in Nesta's gut as she searched around the room, no one in sight, opening her mouth to call for Cassian when she heard a wailing coming from the other room. She tried to get up, but winced. the lower region of her body hurting. She hadn't felt like this ever since Melody was-

"Cassian!" She called out as he came into the room, a tiny bundle in his arms. The baby still wailing softly. They did not sound like their daughter's wails.

"Look who's finally awake, little man. It's your mommy." Cassian cooed as Nesta sat up in the bed. The bundle in Cassian's arms looking small enough to have just been newly born. Their son. When had he arrived?

Cassian sat beside her on the bed, the tiny bundle moving in his arms as he handed him to Nesta. Nesta gazed down at their son, the same awe she felt when she had first gazed down at Melody filling her. Nesta ran her hand over her son's light brown hair as his hazel brown eyes glanced up at her. His ears rounded like his father's as Nesta held him closer, tears spilling from her eyes.

"He's beautiful." Nesta whispered, searching her memory trying to recall a name, but she couldn't.

"Just like his mother." Cassian commented with a smile pressing a kiss to her mouth. She was about to ask the baby's name, when Melody bounded into the room. A look of excitement on her face.

"He's here! He's here!" She shouted. The baby turned over looking at Melody with interest. "Can I hold him, daddy? I promise I'll be careful."

Cassian glanced at Nesta. She nodded in conformation.

"Come sit down in the chair and daddy will help you with him."

Melody grinned eagerly, racing towards the chair as fast as she could, sitting down as Cassian pressed a kiss to Nesta's forehead, taking the baby from her as he knelt down in front of Melody instructing her on how to hold the baby correctly. Nesta's heart melted at the sight. At her family who she would protect and fight for for the rest of her- Nesta stiffened. Her life. Wait.

Flashes of memory swirled across Nesta's vision causing her to gasp. The orb. Koschei. The immense pain she had felt when she had been stabbed by the dagger. Tears splashed from her cheeks. This wasn't real. This was-This was all an illusion. Cassian looked towards her, concern written on his face, standing up and trying to walk towards her as he froze mid-step.

Nesta looked at him, confusion filling her senses as The Mother appeared before her. Nesta turned to face her, her breathing coming in short gasp.

"Am I-" She had no real clue if she was or not, but one thing was for sure-this place was not her reality. She didn't even know where she was.

"Not exactly." The Mother answered. "You are not here, nor are you there."

Nesta tilted her head willing The Mother to continue.

"Then where exactly am I?" Nesta dared to ask, her heart dropping at the response.

"You are at the entrance of The Otherworld. And I am here to help you make a choice."

Cassian’s eyes widened, his heart slammed into his chest. First his mate was almost dying and now he had just found out his high lady, Nesta’s sister was now being held captive by Koschei. He looked at Rhys.

“What do you mean you can’t feel the bond? The bond is only breakable in death…and if you’re still here with us that means Feyre is still alive. How can you not feel it?”

Rhys’s jaw clenched. “My guess is that she’s blocking me out for some reason. She doesn’t want me to see her or someone else doesn’t want me to see her.”

“Koschei.” Elain stated making both Rhys and Cassian turn their gazes on her. She didn’t falter as she continued.

“Kosheci is a powerful sorcerer. He could very well possess the magic needed to nullify the bond. To make things for difficult for us to find her.” Elain explained as Cassian felt his anger kindle. He turned to Rhys.

“And you need Nesta to help find her. Because of her blood connection to Koschei.” Cassian stated his eyes narrowing.

Rhys flinched at the words, Cassian swore they probably felt like a punch in the gut to him.

“Yes. I need someone from Koschei’s bloodline to relocate him, so we can help Feyre.”

Cassian felt his anger burn. His words turning sharp as knives.

“Of course because you only care about Nesta when you can use her to your advantage.”

Rhys flinched. The words hitting deep, it wasn’t like he could argue with Cassian. They both knew it was the truth.

“Cassian, I-“

Cassian turned cold eyes on him, a snarl ripping from his mouth.

“Leave. I have my own mate to worry about right now. I’ll come find you when she’s awake.”

Rhys looked like he wanted to argue. To apologize. But nothing feel from his lips as he nodded and walked put of the room. Cassian let out a deep breath trying to center himself as he looked back at Elain.

“Any other ideas?”

Lucien, who had been silently watching the exchange straightened.

“Helion has been working with me on my healing abilities. I can be of some assistance.”

“We need more than just two healers, we need-“ Elain paused looking at Mor. “You said their were some Illyrian warriors who possessed healing abilities is that correct.”

Both Mor and Cassian nodded.

“If we gather them. If they are willing to help us. It may draw enough healing magic to get Nesta back from the other world.” Elain explained.

“I’ll winnow to Lukkius and see if he can offer his assistance. Mor glanced at Lucien. “Perhaps Helion can be of assistance as well.”

“I can see if he’s be willing to help us. Do you think this will actually work?” Lucien asked. Elain nodded.

“I think it’s her best shot at remaining alive.”

“I’ll go retrieve them.” Mor stated sparing a quick glance at Nesta’s direction. The spider like veins closing in around Nesta’s heart. “I’ll hurry.”

Cassian nodded falling down on his knees beside Nesta holding onto her hand.

“Careful of the blood.” Madja stated, Cassian gazed at her. “She may still have ash wood in her veins.”

Cassian nodded. As Elain stood beside him.

“Cassian, there may be one other person who can help Nesta.” She told him, Cassian glanced at her.

“Who? Who else posses-“ Cassian looked at her, the thought snapping into his mind. “No. Nesta would never want me to do that.”

Elain tried again, “Cassian, she is Nesta’s blood. And she also possess the power of life which includes healing.”

Cassian stood up, Elain took a step back.

“We don’t know what effects using her magic to that extent will have on her. Nesta would never forgive me or herself if Melody gets hurt using that magic.”

“You state that Lukkius is a healer. More specifically his specialty is working with children. If he’s here, we can limit the extent of her power.”

“We’re not using Melody.” Cassian stated standing firm on his decision.

“May I offer an alternative?” Madja asked, Elain and Cassian turned towards her, she glanced at Nesta’s necklace. The one that she rarely took off.

“We can limit the amount of magic your daughter uses by placing it in this object. Nesta always has it. And it’s fairly simple to use. It could give her a higher chance at survival.”

“Will it hurt-“

“No. Not if your daughter gives the magic out of her own free will.”

“It’s worth a try, Cassian.”

Cassian turned to Nesta. Her chest rising and falling. The blood now turning brownish-black. She didn’t look like she had that much time.

“Alright. We’ll do it, but only this. I don’t need my daughter seeing her mother in this state.”

Madja nodded, gently taking Nesta’s necklace off her and cleansing it to make sure no harm would come to their daughter if she held it.

Once she was done, she held the necklace out to Cassian. He gently grasped it, running his fingers over their initials engraved there.

“I’m going to bring you home,Nes.” He promised taking the necklace and heading towards Melody’s room.

"What do you mean?" Nesta asked glancing between The Mother and her family. ":What is this? How did I get here and why can't I remember any of this happening? I don't remember ever being in this court or the fact that I was pregnant with another child. I can't even remember past my daughter's first six months of life. What the hell is happening?"

"What was the last thing you remember? Think long and hard." The Mother suggested as Nesta reached into her memory.

"I remember-" Nesta's words halted as if lodged in her throat. What did she remember? "I don't remember much, It's like there's a block in my mind."

The Mother tilted her head, examining Nesta as realization crossed her features.

"He's not fighting fair." The Mother answered as Nesta's brows drew together. Before she could ask who wasn't playing fair, The Mother laid a hand on Nesta's forehead making her gasp as a rush of memories flooded in making Nesta collapse to the ground. Blood. There was so much blood. And Cassian was calling her name- Nesta gasped looking at The Mother in shock.

"Is Cassian-"

"He's still alive. He's trying like hell to bring you back to life."

Nesta felt a tear spill from the corner of her eye. She took a lingering look at the perfect picture of her family. It truly was prefect, but she knew it was all an illusion. Something she couldn't obtain if she stayed. She looked down to the bundle in Cassian's arms, her hand flying down to her stomach as she looked at The Mother.

"Am I-"

"No." The Mother answered firmly. "This is just your mind's own personal form of a haven. A place where you could go to feel safe, but I think both you and I know it's time to return back to where you belong."

Nesta stood, flipping her hands, so The Mother could take hers.

"Show me what to do."

Cassian opened the door slowly to Melody's room, she was in her crib, grasping her foot, looking at it with utter fascination as her eyes snagged on Cassian, a smile spreading on her face, outstretching her arms towards her father. Cassian clutched the necklace tightly, walking towards her, glancing down at his daughter. Those hazel-blue eyes looking back at him reminding him so much of her mother. He scooped her up into his arms, the necklace still in his other hand. Melody placed her hand onto his face, glancing between him and the necklace as if she in her own way was asking him where her mother was.

"Your mother needs our help, Little Warrior. She's-" Cassian stopped midsentence, chocking back his tears. " She's very sick and daddy doesn't know if he'll be enough to save her, but I think we can help her with the help of a few others and you." Cassian explained knowing that she couldn't really understand what he was saying, but then her skin illuminated, she snuggled closer to him, her small hand outstretched towards her mother's necklace. The necklace itself illuminating in the light growing dim after a second.

Cassian placed a kiss on the top of his daughter's head. "Thank you, Little Warrior. I promise I'll do everything in my power to bring mommy back to us."

Cassian set her back in her crib, taking one last look at his daughter before he went off to go save her mother.

"Is everyone ready?" Elain asked. Lukkius had taken a quick look at Melody before they had started stating that everything checked out and Melody was in good health.

Cassian breathed a sigh of relief as he handed the necklace to Madja who had placed it back on Nesta. some of the color in her cheeks returning, and some of her veins becoming less visible. Cassian breathed a happy sigh.

"We're ready." Cassian stated as he joined hands with Lukkius and Madja. The other healers as well as Lucien and Helion surrounding her.

"Think positive thoughts. We need her to come back." Elain instructed as Cassian watched light illuminate around Nesta.

Cassian watched as the veins became less visible as golden tendrils of light flowed into Nesta coaxing her back to life. She looked like herself again save for a scar developing where the blade had gone in.

"Come on, Nes. Come back to me." Cassian pleaded to her as a loud gasp caught his attention, Nesta's eyes opening as she sat up on the bed wincing.

Cassian dropped Lukkius and Madja's hands about to embrace his Mate as Madja grasped his forearm.

"One moment."

She examined Nesta for a quick second, nodding that it was safe for him to have contact with her again. As he went to his mate and pulled her close. Her eyes locking on his.

"You saved me." She whispered to him.

"I had some help." Cassian explained as Nesta looked around the room disoriented. She straightened.

"Wh-Where is my sister?"

Cassian opened his moth to answer before a loud wail broke out in the room. Nesta turned towards the sound, the others parting as Rhys walked into the room, Melody in his arms.

Nesta straightened looking at Madja in question. "Is it safe?" Nesta asked. Madja nodded.

"We may have to substitute breast feeding for bottle feeding for a while until I'm for sure every trace of Ash wood is out of your system, but it is completely safe to hold her."

Rhys crossed the room, handing Melody to Nesta. "Hello, My Love." Nesta cooed holding her closer as Cassian gave Rhys a grateful look. Cassian knew that eventually Nesta would ask about Feyre again, but for right now he was glad that his mate had one moment of content before she glanced up at them sensing the change in the room as if she had figured it out.

"What happened to my sister?"

Chapter Text

“What do you mean Feyre’s been taken?” Nesta asked fury filling her. Had she not been holding her daughter in her arms Nesta would be launching herself out of this bed and doing whatever she could to tear apart the world to find her.

“Why are we wasting time? We need to go get her back!” Nesta exclaimed sitting about to get put of the bed when she winced at the pain in her side. Madja was there in an instant.

“You are still not one hundred percent yet, Nesta. You need to relax and give your body a chance to heal.”

Nesta felt her temper flare.

“How am I supposed to relax when my sister is in that maniac’s possession. God knows what he’s putting her through.”

“Nesta, we don’t know-“ Madja started, but Nesta’s look silenced her.

“This is the man who made sure that almost no one heard that I was in labor and was trying to take me from my daughter after I just gave birth to her to ensure that he broke his curse. If he was willing to do that to his own flesh and blood then you shouldn’t underestimate what Koschei is willing to do to Feyre to get what he wants.” Her eyes snapped to Rhys. “Can you locate her through the bond? We need to get to her as quickly as possible.”

Nesta swore Rhys face paled a few shades. She sat up straighter handing Melody over to Elain who had been quit during the whole exchange.

“What is it? What aren’t you telling me?”

“I-I can’t feel Feyre through the bond.”

Nesta swore she stopped breathing. It was as if her whole world shifted on its axis.No. This couldn’t be happening. It wasn’t supposed to happen.

“What do you mean you can’t feel Feyre through the bond. I only thought that happened when ones mate was-“ Nesta halted her words. She couldn’t think like that. For if Feyre was dead then Rhys would not be standing beside them right now, but it still didn’t explain why he couldn’t feel her.

“Usually that’s the case.” Rhys explained. “But now that Koschei has escaped the lake and is at his full power there's no telling what he is capable of. Perhaps he's the one nullifying the bond so I can't find her."

"Do you think I can find him again? Like Amren and I did with that one spell?" She asked Rhys. He pondered this.

"I'm not sure. The last time you two tried that Koschei was not at his full power-"

"But it's worth trying again, right? It has to be. We can't just leave Feyre alone with-"

"I know." Rhys interrupted not meaning to be rude, but reassuring in a way. "We can try to find Feyre with that spell."

"Not until I give her the go ahead to. There are still some test I need to run to ensure all the ash wood has left Nesta's system. I don't need her using magic to weaken her." Madja stated firmly.

"I feel fine." Nesta assured her, throwing the covers off herself as Madja laid a gentle hand on her.

"You'll be no use to Feyre if you're dead. Now lay down and let me examine you."

"This is-"

"Nesta, please." Cassian urged. He was now holding Melody in his arms, who had fallen asleep on his chest. "It'll only take a minute for Madja to examine you."

Nesta tried to relax, but horrid thoughts about what Koschei may be doing with Feyre kept filling her mind mixed with what Koschei had done to her in the past. Her eyes gazed at Melody. She wouldn't let him get to her. She couldn't. She had to keep her child safe always. But for right now she had to save Feyre as well.

"Elain." Nesta said making the others look at her. Elain sat down on the bed, taking Nesta's hand in hers.

"I'm here, Nesta. What do you need?"

Nesta looked to the others, "Will you give me a moment alone with my sister?" She asked, Rhys and Cassian exchanged looks but nodded leaving the room so that Elain and Nesta could have a moment alone.

"I need you to do something for me." Nesta started.

"You need me to take Melody out of the Night Court." Elain guessed or had already known due to her seer powers.

"She's not safe here and if we're going after Koschei then-"

"Then she can't stay."

Nesta nodded. "I know that Helion will let you into the Day Court. And if things go wrong-"

"Nesta, you can't think like-"

"If things go wrong." Nesta started again, "If things go wrong, I need you to keep Melody safe. I need you to-"

Nesta wiped the tear that was starting to form away from her cheek.

"I need you to make sure that she grows up with a mother figure in her life. Someone who can keep her safe and teach her everything she needs to know-"

"Nesta, why are you talking like this?" She asked holding onto Nesta's hands.

"Because I don't think I'm going to survive this." Nesta confessed. Elain held her closer.

"You can't think like that, Nesta. You're letting him get into your head."

"How else am I supposed to think, Elain. He took Feyre. He took Feyre because he knew that I would come after her. And if I don't come after her, it's only a matter of time before he take you or Cassian or Melody. Which is why I need you to keep her safe and yourself safe."

"What about Cassian?" Elain asked.

"He wouldn't leave me or the Night Court even if I begged him too. So I need you to take our daughter somewhere safe. And I need you to ensure that she lives a happy life knowing that her mother sacrificed everything to save her."

Tears strolled down Elain's face as Nesta wiped away the tears with her thumb. A sad smile crossing her face.

“Do you remember when we were little and Feyre would have me read that one story over and over?” Nesta asked, a small laugh escaped Elain’s lips as she wiped at her tears.

“You mean the one with the princess and the knight in shining armor?” Elain asked a small smile curving her lips at the memory.

“That’s the one.” Nesta answered looking around the room they were in. An ache in her heart. “Do you remember what Feyre said every time we would read it aloud?”

“I remember that she never wanted to envision herself as the knight and not the princess.”

“I remember the look on mother’s face when she heard that Feyre wanted to be a knight and when she asked why Feyre looked her dead in the eye and told her because she didn’t want anyone to save her, she wanted to save herself.” Nesta remembered a tear streaming down her face. “But now I think she needs someone to be her knight. To save her from the evil that is lurking.”

Elain took her hand and squeezed. “I have faith in you.”

“I wish I had as much faith in myself as others do.”

“Maybe that’s the problem.” Elain suggested making Nesta look in her.

“You’ll never reach the full potiential of your powers if you don’t have faith that you could defeat him. You just need to find that faith.”

Nesta took a deep breath and looked at Elain.

“One thing is for certain.”

Elain tilted her head waiting for her response.

“If I die than I’ll make damn sure that, that son of a bitch dies with me. No matter what it takes.”

Elain straightened. “Perhaps there’s a way that we could defeat him. It’ll be risky though. And a last resort. It’s a spell I found in one of Amren’s archives one that requires tremendous power, but if it’s our only chance.”

Nesta looked at Elain. Sitting up. “Show me the spell.”

Cassian looked down at the circle Rhys and Amren had formed putting all his concentration into it as he growled in fury breaking the circle when nothing happened.

“This isn’t working.” He growled as Amren sighed placing another map down.

“It’s because while you two have a mating connection, you don’t have a blood connection. We need someone of her blood to perform the spell.”

“Nesta can’t do anything until the poison is clear from her system.”

“Then perhaps we should use her other sister.” A voice said from the foyer as Elain escorted a limping Nesta into the room.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed.” Cassian told her sitting up quickly, taking her from Elain’s grasp and hoisting her up further, she smiled up at him.

“If you can walk around with a huge laceration you got from the battle then I think I’ll be fine with my wound.” She told him, talking about another time. He smiled running his hand over her hair. Looking her over to make sure she was truly alright.

“At least sit down so you’re not on your feet as much.” He instructed helping her sit down on the couch as she looked up at him.

“You don’t have to make such a fuss. I’ll be fine.” She told him, his grin growing wider.

“You’re my mate. It’s my job to take care of you.”

“Do you know the spell?” Amren asked Elain who was now making another circle.

“Nesta taught me it upstairs. It may take a while but perhaps we’ll be able to pinpoint exactly where Feyre is.”

“In that case, let’s hope it works.” Amren stated taking out the knife and slicing into Elain’s palm. Her sister wincing slightly as her hand hovered above the map speaking the words of the spell and manifesting in her mind who she wanted to seek.

Mid sentence, a loud gasp escaped her lips, making her stumble back as Elain clutched her head falling to the floor her nose gushing blood.

“Elain!” Nesta yelled about to go to her as Cassian caught her.

“If you step into the circle, it’ll take it as an attack.” Cassian warned.

Amren got down to her knees looking at Elain whispering words as Elain collapsed to the floor clutching her head. The circle blew away as if there had been a gush of wind and the candles went out.

Nesta stood wincing slightly at where her wound was. Amren looked towards them.

“He knew we would try to locate her, he’s put a barrier around her every way he knows how.” Amren told her. Elain looked up. Her nose had stopped bleeding.

Thoughts rushed through Nesta’s mind. She hated it. Hated that she couldn’t do much and if he thought about placing a barrier around Feyre so they couldn’t locate her via location spell he probably had concealed himself too.

“Fuck!” Nesta yelled putting her hand in her palms. She hated this. Hated everything. She needed a way to contact Feyre or to-

Nesta hitched in a breath, as Cassian looked at her.

“What? What is it?” He asked.

“I think I know a way to find Feyre.”

“How do you know he’ll ever come?” Cassian asked as Nesta laid on the bed using every bit of her mind settling power she needed to accomplish her task when she finally fell asleep.

“He’s cocky.” Nesta answered. “And he obviously wants something. Something to do with me, so I don’t see him not coming.”

Rhys leaned by the door looking solemn as if he didn’t believe this would work, but what other choice did they have? She needed to find a way to communicate with him.

“This may be our only option. I’ll leave my mind open for you so you can possibly see the faults in his illusion.” Nesta said to him. Cassian held her hand.

“What if he figures out what you’re trying to do?” He asked.

“Then be prepared to pull me out.” Nesta told him grabbing his hand as the power of the bond flowed through her. Rhys wouldn’t be the only one with her. She had opened the bond so Cassian could be there too.

Cassian nodded pressing a kiss to her temple as Madja stood by their side so she could administer a sleeping aid.

“I’m going to put you under now.” Madja told her, Nesta nodded taking a deep breath before Madja gave her something to help along the process.

She kept her eyes on Cassian. On his hazel gaze thinking about all the things that she yearned to have with him, including the son she had seen while she was fighting for her life. She hoped she would live to see that day.

Soon the things she was envisioning, shifted and changed until she felt like she was in an endless pit of black. She still felt Cassian and Rhys with her but they weren’t visible. Like two invisible threads that would pull her back if she said the words.

“I know you’re here.” Nesta said to the darkness. A laugh that sounded like a whisper of a shadow laughed. Of course he wouldn’t physically be here nor show her his face.

“I knew you would survive. Takes more then a damn ash dagger to kill the child of a God.” Koschei claimed. The darkness still hiding him.

“Why do it then? If you knew it wouldn’t work?” Nesta taunted. She needed to draw him out of the shadows. She needed to see his Gods damned face.

“As a diversion and a punishment of course. You’ve been so snide with thinking you could defeat me. I thought I’d remind you what could happen if you don’t fall in line.” Koschei sneered. Rage filled her, but she had to keep a clear mind.

Koschei laughed. “She is with the monsters of course.”

Nesta gritted her teeth.” What sort of monsters. Why not just tell me where she is? She is of no use to you. You’ve already gotten what you want.”

“Is she not? Do you really think I would have taken her if I didn’t have use for her.”

Nesta’s nails dug in her fist. He was really starting to piss her off.

“What use does she serve to you?” Nesta spat.

“I knew you wouldn’t willingly come to me out of your own free will, so I took her. Her screams are quite lovely by the way.”

Bile slammed into Nesta’s throat. “If you laid a hand on her, I swear to God I’ll-“

“You’ll what? My power is your power, my dearest girl. You are my flesh and blood. There is nothing you possess that I don’t have in strides. So there is no way you could defeat me.”

“I can sure as hell try.” Nesta challenged, Kosheci laughed.

“You’re as stubborn as your mother.”

“Don’t you dare bring her into this.” Nesta told him. But all she got was a laugh back.

“She would have been so ashamed of how weak you’ve become. How you’ve strayed so far from the perfect little girl she wished she could have. Perhaps she should have set her sights on one of your sisters. She would have had better luck. Instead she put her faith in her biggest disappointment.”

Nesta swore she felt blood in her mouth from how hard she had but her lip.

“She’s dead now. So it doesn’t really matter.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be reunited with her soon enough.”
Koschei taunted. “I’ll be sure to make your death quick.”

“Perhaps I’ll be the one to kill you.”

“We’ll see about that.” Koschei said as Nesta was flung back out and slammed back into her body so hard she gasped herself awake. Cassian’s arms encircling her body,

“Did you-“ Nesta asked them and Cassian nodded.

“We heard every word and I think we know where Feyre is.”

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Nesta stared at Cassian willing him to go on as Rhys landed in the chair beside the bed placing his head in his hands. She didn’t blame him. Koschei had told her that he had enjoyed Feyre’s screams. The thought of him hurting her sister made her physically ill.

“Koschei said she was hiding with the monsters.” Cassian reminded her. But who knew exactly what that meant. “There’s only a couple places that could be, but only one that could mess with the magic from within.”

The thought snapped into Nesta’s mind around the same time it had snapped into Rhys’s.

“The prison.” They said in unison.

“The only question is where in the prison is he hiding her.” Rhys stated.

Nesta pondered the question as a thought slammed into her mind.

“What if he has her where that old magic is?” Be St a asked as what she was thinking about hit him in time.

“We need Amren ASAP.” He instructed Rhys. Rhys didn’t hesitate as he used his daemati powers to call Amren.

Amren headed into the room twenty minutes later, a book in her hand as Nesta sat up.

“What do you know about the prison?” Nesta asked getting straight to the point there was no time for pleasantries.

“Why hello to you too. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“Madja said their was no poison in her system anymore.” Rhys told her. Nesta wondered how he knew that until she realized that Rhys could have easily used his daemati powers to ask Madja. “So as you can imagine she’s trying to find Feyre like the rest of us.”

“And you think Koschei is keeping her at that dreaded place?”

Rhys nodded. They were almost certain that’s where she was.

“She’s not ready for-“ Amren started,

“I have no choice but to go in with what I know.”

“You’ll be dead within seconds.” Amren told her. Nesrs met her cold gaze.

“I’ve beaten impossible odds before.” Nesta reminded her.

And she had. She had survived the cauldron, she had survived Hybern, she had survived the rite, and the trove. She had survived. Despite all odds. Despite being underestimated everytime. She had survived. Because at the end of the day she was a survivor and it was that knowledge that would help her survive this.

Nesta swore she saw pride in Cassian’s gaze as if he could read or mind or understand how she was feeling. She looked towards Amren and spoke again.

“I know defeating Koschei seems…impossible, but I have one thing that he doesn’t.” Nesta told her. Amren lifted her brows.

“I have faith.”

Amren looked as if she were fighting the urge to roll her eyes, but it was her faith that would help her defeat Koschei. Faith in her skills. Faith in her mind and strength. Faith in her family and her mate. She had to have faith, because if she didn’t she wouldn’t make it out of this alive.

And having that faith gave her another idea.

“I need to do a scurrying.” She stated making everyone look at her on shock.

“But you only do that when you have to-“ Cassian started, Nesta interrupted him.

“Wake the cauldron. I know.”

Even Rhys didn’t seem to be breathing. “We-We can’t risk that.” Rhys started. “The cauldron may hurt or even kill you.”

“It’s a risk that I have to take.” She stated to him.

“Nesta. Feyre would kill me if she knew that I let you do this.” Rhys told her. Nesta turned to look at him.

“If it’s the only way to save Feyre and Prythin from this monster, I have to try.”

"Nesta-" Cassian tried again, before she looked at him. then at Amren and Rhys.

"Can you give me and my husband a moment alone please." She asked. Amren gave Rhys a look, but all he did was nod before walking out with Amren leaving the two alone to talk.

"I know you're not thrilled about me contacting the cauldron." Nesta started.

"Of course I'm not too thrilled about this plan Nesta, I've watched the cauldron torture you multiple times. How do you know if it's not going to do it again?"

Nesta stepped closer to him, gazing up at him and stepping into his embrace.

"I don't." Nesta admitted. "And I don't want you to think that I'm not terrified because I am, but I have to do this. I have to give us as much of a chance as possible."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to ask the cauldron to give us a chance."

Cassian ran his thumb over her cheek pressing his forehead against hers.

"I'll stand by you no matter what you do. I just pray you come back to me every time." He told her. God she loved him. She pressed her lips to his, savoring his taste.

"Always. As long as you're here to help be my anchor, I think I can get through anything."

"Always." He swore He took her hand. "As long as I can be your anchor while you scurry that Cauldron."

Nesta smiled embracing him and hoping that this would work before she stepped away to call Rhys and Amren back in.

“Do you really think this will work?” Rhys asked as Amren and Nesta set up the stones and bones. Nesta gazed at Rhys.

“I’m not sure, but when it comes to getting the upper hand on Koschei, I’m going to take ever advantage I can get. Did you call on the Winter court soldiers and the Valkyrie?”

Rhys nodded. “They should be here before too long.”

Nesta nodded grasping Cassian’s hand.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Cassian asked. She nodded once more.

“I think apart of accepting myself includes settling matters with one of my greatest fears.” She answered holding his gaze. He squeezed her hand in assurance.

“I’ll be right here no matter what happens.” Cassian assured her as she took a deep breath,

“In that case we should probably get started,”

Nesta grabbed the stones and bones reciting the chant that Amren had taught. A different one. Not to track a persons said location but to communicate with the cauldron itself.

Nesta felt it’s presence stir, recoiling at the sight of her. Her skin feeling as of it were made of pure venom, as of she were a venomous snake to the one thing who had torn her body apart from the inside out.

Nesta felt it’s power rumble positioning itself to strike in case she tried taking power from it again, but all Nesta did was stare at it.

“I’m not here to take what isn’t mine.” She assured it although she knew it wouldn’t be that easy for the cauldron to trust her.

“My sister was taken by Koschei. Although I’m fairly sure that you must know that. Feyre is-“ she paused sitting down, “Feyre doesn’t deserve to go through what Koschei is probably putting her through. And we know where he is but-“

She took a deep breath. Vulnerability. She had to be vulnerable with the cauldron. It was one emotion that Nesta had never tried to show it.

“But I can’t go to her without my magic. I can’t defeat Koschei unless I accept every part of myself including the parts that I don’t like to remember.”

She took a step closer. Remembering back to the day she was turned.

“Ever since I was little-I felt like I’ve never truly lived. Like I had to fight to survive. But how I survived was different then how my sisters did. I- There we’re quite a few times where I was cut deep, a few times that I wanted to hurt people the same way they hurt me. I became the wolf only to figure out that I became a lamb to the wolf I was trying to become. I let it consume me. Fed it’s rage like it was second nature. But I tried hard to become the person I wanted to be. Not the person who was fueled by all consuming anger, but a person who was fueled by her love, power, and devotion. When I first got my powers, I wasn’t ready for them. And could you blame me? I didn’t have the choice. I was forced into becoming fae. Forced into this world. Only to find out that I had these powers laying dormant inside me all along because I didn’t know who my father truly was. Hell it took me a long time to come to peace with who my mother truly was. But now I know that I am the daughter of a God and a mortal. Now I’ve made peace with becoming fae, with being a God, with having a mate who I felt I didn’t deserve for years, but now know I do. And I’ve felt peace with my family and when I hold my daughter in my arms.”

She paused the cauldron waiting for her to continue. The mood had shifted. Something had changed, between her and the cauldron. She just didn’t know what. She reached out her hand, the cauldron not recoiling back as her hand landed on it. By where a new design had popped up. One similar to her own. The bargain between her, The Mother, and the cauldron.

“I’m not asking for the power back for myself. I’m asking for it back for my family. For my sisters, so they can watch their children grow up in a place that is not plagued in darkness, for my nephew, who sees the worlds differently then we do, for my husband whose soul has called to me since the day we met, and for my daughter. Who has saved my life in ways that she’ll never truly know. Who has once again showed me the beauty in this world. I want to fight Koschei for them. I want to defeat Koschei for them. But I know that I can’t do it by myself. I understand if you don’t want to give me the powers back. I understand if you’re hesitant and wary. Whatever you decide to do, it’s your choice. And I’ll respect that.” Nesta told it, waiting for its response as a warmth stood behind her, a gentle hand laying on her shoulder. She glanced up to see The Mother. Her smile brighter then the dawn.

“The power has always been yours Nesta. You just had to learn how to accept it.” The Mother answered as she felt something so powerful flow through her making her gasp as she was slammed back into her body, Cassian holding her in his arms. A look of awe in his beautiful face as she touched it. Her skin giving off a faint glow.

“Did anyone ever tell you that when your power surfaces, your eyes are like liquid fire, Like silver flames?” He asked bringing her back to another time, only this time she wasn’t afraid to answer. Only this time she wasn’t afraid of the power within her.

“I think I’ve heard that once before.” She smiled. “I heard it’s quite beautiful.”

Cassian leaned down lips pressing to hers that fire erupting between the two of them as the bond sang in joy.

“It truly is.” He whispered.

A knock at the door interrupted them. Nesta glanced at Cassian. She hadn’t even realized that Amren and Rhys had left the room.

“Where are they?” She asked, confused.

Cassian helped her up, intertwining their hands together as Cassian led them into the sitting room, Nesta nearly gaping at the sight. Because it was not only her army, but the winter court and the illyrians as well. She looked at all them, Balthazar standing up as he stated.

“Koschei has taken things from us. From all of us. And we will not let him take this court and more people we care about.” Balthazar stated. Even Aspen and Lukkius had come. Though Aspen would not have part in this, she still was there to show support to her fellow Valkyrie.

She stepped forward over to Nesta.

“When you find him.” She started locking eyes with Nesta, a fury behind them. One that Nesta knew all too well. “When you find him make sure he suffers.”

Nesta pulled Aspen into a hug. Aspen hugged her back.

Aspen pulled away rejoining the crowd as Rhys stepped forward, all eyes in the room on them.

“So Generals-“ Rhys started. “Where do we start first?”

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Melody’s hazel blue eyes locked onto Nesta as she reached her hand out to touch her mother’s face. Nesta grasped her hand gently taking one last look at her daughter, Elain standing beside them as CassiN stood behind them, running his hand over Melody’s head.

“Mommy and daddy love you very much Little Warrior. We’re going to do everything in our power to make this world safe for you.” Cassian promised. Nesta held her close knowing that of worst came to worst she would convince Cassian to go to their daughter. To put her above everyone else. Including her.

A tear slipped down Nesta’s cheek as she pressed a kiss to her daughter’s forehead. “You are my salvation. My beautiful girl. My lovely Melody. Mommy promises that she’ll do everything in her power to destroy the darkness. I love you so much.” She assured her daughter. If these were the last words her daughter heard from her, Nesta could live with that.

Nesta and Cassian hugged their daughter together making sure she felt safe, loved, and protected before Nesta turned, sadness etched on Elain’s face as Nesta wiped the tear that had started to form.

“This ain’t goodbye. This is a ‘until we meet again.’” She told her sister who embraced her. Nesta passing Melody into Elain’s arms.

“Promise me one thing.” Nesta said looking down at her daughters face.

“Anything.” Elain swore.

“Promise me that you’ll always show her the food in this world.” Nesta said, eyes locking with Elain’s.

“I promise.”

Nesta gave her daughter one last kiss on the forehead telling her that she loved her as she handed her daughter to Elain.

Elain took one last glance at her sister before her and Melody walked out of the room. Hot tears pooled out of Nesta’s eyes as Cassian held her close.

“We will see her again, Nesta. And we will do everything in our power to bring our daughter home.” Cassian promised, kissing the side of her temple.

“If this all goes wrong. Put her first.” Nesta started gazing into Cassian’s eyes to make sure that he fully understood what she was talking about. She knew it would hurt him beyond compare, but when it came to their daughter’s future…nothing else mattered.

“I swear it.” Cassian responded holding out his hand. “Let’s go save our High Lady and kick some Godly ass, General Nesta.”

Nesta smiled slipping her hand through his. “Right back at you, General Archeron.”

Cassian tilted his head to the side, “We’re married. What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours, including my last name. If you’ll have it.”

Cassian pressed his lips to her hand and smiled. “I’d be honored.”

He pressed his lips to hers. A sad smile crossing her face as their hands interlocked and they exited the room, ready to face their nightmares together.

“We need people to keep guard outside the prison.” Cassian told her as they came up to it. Quite. It was too quiet around here.

“He’s up to something.” She told him, turning to meet his gaze. “Nothing about this should be easy. He might have a trap up there.”

His eyes locked on hers, his eyes tracing the scar that was now forming where her stab wound was.

“We have healers and medications on hand if he tries something.”

Nesta nodded. Rhys was leading the charge, he still couldn’t feel Feyre through the bond. Whatever magic Koschei was using was quite powerful. Nesta felt her own rumbling in her veins.

“Nesta.” A whisper called out. Before several more joined in.

“Do you hear that?” Nesta asked him, Cassian’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“I don’t hear anything.”

“Perhaps I should go in alone. It’s me that he wants.”

Cassian intertwined his hands with hers halting her steps.

“You’ll have others with you. I promise we’ll find Feyre and bring her home safely.”

Nesta looked over to where Gwyn and Emerie walked talking to Marcella, going over strategy. Marcella had even taken some time to show them some maneuvers to add into their own training the week before. She hoped they would come in handy.

“I hope we bring everyone home safe.” She claimed as they came up the prison entrance. Cassian, Nesta, Emerie, Gwyn, and Marcella strode up to Rhys.

“Whatever we encounter in there, always be sure to have your guard up. His eyes locked with them. “We need a group of at least twelve to come inside.”

Cassian gave a look to Nesta telling her to continue. “I think it should be me, Cassian, you, Emerie, Gwyn, Marcella, Azriel, Mor, Jora, Ambrose, and Balthazar. “

Rhys nodded agreeing to that plan as he made to step into the cave only to be blocked. A look of confusion passed through Rhys’s face as he stuck a hand out and cursed.

“Barrier spell.” He hissed looking as if he were about to strike out at it. She knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

Cassian tried to get through as well to no avail. A look of disdain on his features as a thought occurred to Nesta. She took a step forward, but instead of getting halted by the barrier spell it let her through. She looked around, about to turn and go back out when the barrier spell halted her keeping her inside. She sighed.

“It’s definitely Koschei’s spell. He must have spelled it to where only member of his bloodline could get in, but not out.” She observed. A look of pure terror and worry crossing Cassian’s face. She wished she could go to him, but their was a barrier between them preventing her from doing so.

“It seems like this battle will have to be between me and my father.” She stated. The other looked at her. Gwyn and Emerie stepping forward, concerning shone in their eyes.

“If I die-“ She started, but Rhys interrupted.

“We can’t think like that.” He commented, but this was something she had to say.

“If I die-Cassian will know. I’m-I’m not sure how you’ll get through the barrier to get to Feyre, but- I have to hold there’s a way through.”

“Nesta-“ Cassia started, his voice breaking slightly.

“I’m a warrior. You’ve done all you can do to train me and the others, but now it’s time to put that training to use. You taught me well, Mate. And if I fail-If I die-At least I’ll have died protecting those who needed it most. I’ll have died protecting the ones I love. There’s no better way to die than that as someone once told me.”

She swore she saw the tears forming in Cassian’s eyes at the proclamation. The one he had also made in a time similar to this one. She hadn’t forgotten that moment, nor would she ever forget it until she drew her last breath. She just hoped these wouldn’t be her last.

“Come back to me.” Cassian pleaded. She touched the barrier between them, feeling it’s magic in her veins as she swore.

“Always.”

She looked to the others, to Gwyn and Emerie.

“Take care of each other, be the rock in which the surface crashes. Be a force of nature and show this world what Valkyrie are made of.” She instructed them.

Tears leaked from both of their eyes as they nodded. She looked to Rhys.

“If I die-If Feyre gets out, make sure she knows that it isn’t her fault, make sure she doesn’t slip into that darkness. Tell her to live life the way she’s always wanted to. And tell her that I love her.”

Rhys nodded as Nesta turned back to Cassian.

“Cassian-“

He stepped forward pressing his hand to the barrier where her hand was. She swore she could feel that heat between them. That undying fire that bridged the music between their souls.

“Teach her how to fly.” She started, tears prickling the edge of her vision at the thought. At their daughter learning to fly. Safe and sound in Cassian’s arms.

His own eyes turned bright from tears, highlighting the green in them. “Nes-“

“Teach her how to fly.” She repeated, a soft smile forming on her lips. “Teach her how to throw punches, and do planks. Also teach her how to hit people where it hurts.”

Cassian pressed his forehead to the barrier. She followed suite as if no one existed at this moment besides them.

“Teach her that no matter who tries to make her feel like she’s not worth something that she is. Teach her about Illyria, Velaris, the Night Court, and everything around her. Make sure that she spends every solstice with her aunts and uncles. Take her to all the starfall’s, so she can feel hope even in her darkest moments. Have Gwyn, Emerie, and the House show her the mini Pegasus.”

She swore she saw Gwyn and Emerie smile at that part.

“Tell her about me. The good and the bad. Tell her how much I loved her. How much she meant to me. Don’t let her forget me.” She told him, his eyes lifted to hers.

“Never.”

Nesta took a deep breath, looking deep into the eyes of the male she loved. The male she would always love.

“To the next life.” She told him.

“To this life as well.” He responded.

She took one last look around at everyone she had known. At everyone who she was now considering family. Nesta took in everyone of their faces, memorizing them. Mesmerizing this moment before she said her final words.

“Take care of each other.” She stated. Taking one last glance at the fortress of souls behind her before she turned away, traveling further into the cave. To where her heart felt where Feyre would possibly be.

Nesta had felt a different sort of magic here before. Back when she had had the powers she possessed now. I do not less. It had been a slight hum then. Calling to her as if it knew her name.

Now as she traveled towards where she and Cassian had located the harp, she felt that same magic. Only this time instead of a hum like she had expected, it had turned into a full blown song. A beautiful melody. A siren’s song that seemed to be specifically for her.

She stepped towards it, cautious and wary. Koschei was here somewhere, and this may have been another one of his ploys to catch her off guard. She had to stay focused on the mission at hand. Getting Feyre out.

Her eyes wandered to the cells, to the creatures that resided in them hoping that none would get out. For it would be chaos if they did. She couldn’t think about it, she had to settle her mind and concentrate on Feyre and keeping her guard up. She couldn’t let it down for one moment.

When she neared the door, she heard a soft moan of pain inside. One that was familiar. She looked in the room, putting her hand to her mouth as she saw Feyre in the room.

“Feyre.” She said aloud, drawing her baby sister’s attention. Her eyes bloodshot. Her skin coated in dirt, grim, and what appeared to be dried up blood. Her blue-grey eyes that usually seemed full of life gazed upon Nesta with lifelessness. She had to get her out of there.

“Nesta.” She whispered. Her voice rasped from lack of drink.

“I’m going to get you out of there.” Nesta promised.

“No. Too dangerous.” Feyre breathed out as if every word she spoke was a struggle.

“We’ve been in dangerous situations before.” Nesta reminded her. She swore she even saw a ghost of a smile of Feyre’s face.

Nesta reached from the handle as a burning sensation flowed through her causing her to pull her hand away.

Nesta looked down to her hand, her palm looking angry and swollen as if it had been burned. Of course it was magically spelled.

She had to find another way in. She took a deep breath, summoning the magic that flowed in her veins. She could possibly winnow in.

“Winnowing doesn’t work in here.” Feyre’s voice interrupted her. “I’ve tried.”

Nesta nodded as another thought occurred to her.

“I have an idea.” Nesta told her shitting her eyes, summoning her magic, and calling to another specific object praying it would answer.

The harp appeared in her hands then. Humming through her at the power in her veins.

“Hello, sister.”The harp whispered to her.

“I need to get in that room.” She instructed the harp.

“That requires a blood sacrifice.” The Harp instructed as Nesta cut her palm on a sharp rock nearby giving the Harp what it desired.

She plucked one of the strings, closing her eyes as she willed it to travel where she wanted to travel. When she opened her eyes, she was in the room, Feyre gaping at her, her gaze fixating on the Harp.

Nesta gazed down looking at where Feyre stood. The image on the ground of an eight point star was still on the ground. The magic in the room now sounding like a full blown Symphony to Nesta.

“Do you hear that music?” Nesta asked Feyre. Her sister shook her head.

“No, but maybe only Gods can hear it.” Feyre supplied touching the barrier, hopefully Nesta could step through this one as well.

“Perhaps. Let’s get you out of there.” Nesta said, but the barrier still held.

“It demands a specific sacrifice.” The Harp offered.

“What kind of sacrifice?” She asked.

“The blood of a God.” A voice answered making Nesta’s blood run ice cold in her veins.

Nesta changed the words making the Harp disappear. Useful or not, she couldn’t let Koschei get to it. She swore she saw him roll his eyes.

“I have no use for such frivolous objects.” Koschei stated as Nesta looked down at her bleeding palm.

“It’s going to take a lot more blood than that if you want to let her out.” He smirked. Nesta felt her magic rumbling in her veins. Koschei cocked his head amused.

“So I see you figured it out. About time you become useful for something.”

Nesta threw her power at him, he subsided it, the door beside them erupting in silver flames.

“I expect no less then tantrums from a child.” Koschei stated. Especially if said child is mine.”

“What sacrifice does it require?” Nesta snapped, she was done with his games.

“Now we’re getting somewhere. Why do you think I would tell you that information?” He asked stepping closer. Nesta held her ground.

“Because this fight doesn’t involve her. It involves you and me.” She stated. Jutting her chin out, keeping her posture impeccable. “So let her go.”

“I’d much rather watch you figure it out.” Koschei replied, bemused. “Come now, child. Surely you have some idea how to get her out of a simple barrier spell or did those fae teach you nothing?”

“Except this isn’t a simple barrier spell.” She stated. His smile grew.

“So you are learning.” Koschei told her. “So tell me, my dearest daughter. What comes next?”

She knew it was a reckless idea. That it may not work, but she had to try. For Feyre’s sake. Nesta summoned her magic again. Striking out at Koschei he subsided again too distracted by that attack to watch that her other hand hand went upward.

“I’d that the best you could-“

Feyre covered her head as parts of the ceiling began to collapse in, one piece hitting Koschei on the head and rendering him unconscious. She knew it would only keep him out for a few minutes, but it gave her some time.

Nesta searched her memories, thinking about spell after spell that Amren had taught her. Looking down at the barrier that stood in between her and her sister. And that’s when she had an idea.

Nesta placed her palms flat on the barrier between her and Feyre, chanting a spell that Amren had taught her to dispel barriers. She knew by the feel of this magic that this would take a lot of energy to pull the magic from, but she had to try.

She felt the magic burn into her feeling almost foreign to her body. She felt her body screaming, warning her that she was taking too much. That soon she would not be able to substantiate. But God damn it. It was Feyre’s only chance at escape.

She felt the blood trickle from her nose, from her ears, and even from her eyelids. Her whole body shaking from the effort. Sweat pouring down it.

But she could feel the crack in the barriers. Could feel Feyre’s warm hand on hers. Nesta gasped at the effort. At the magic threatening to obliterate her from the inside out as Feyre yelled out.

“Give me some of your magic!” She commanded, Nesta shook her head.

“It’ll kill you.” Nesta said through her clenched teeth.

“You need someone who can share the power with you. Let me do it!” Feyre yelled. Nesta shook her head once more.

“You’re hurt! It’ll kill you!” Nesta shouted feeling the blood in her mouth. Some of it dripping onto the floor.

Feyre gazed around as if she were thinking, before her eyes shined brightly grabbing Nesta’s hands.

“Feyre! Don’t-“ but before she could say the words, Nesta felt a different source of magic open. Had Feyre-Had they broken the barrier enough to where Feyre could communicate with someone?

That’s when she felt it. Her and Cassian’s bond opening.

“Feyre! Don’t-“

But it was too late as she felt the magic she had pulled going through the bond. Going towards Cassian.

Chapter Text

As a warrior, Cassian had faced death countless times. Sometimes he had even felt as if his own life had been devoted to it. He even remembered the countless times he had been close to it. But today, today was different. If he died today he knew it would be to protect the people he loved most. To protect her. His lady. His death.

When he had heard Feyre’s voice, heard her command to open the bond, that Nesta needed him. He didn’t hesitate.

He turned to Balthazar, instructing him to take over and lead the charge as Cassian closed his eyes, opening their bond. The magic he felt was powerful. He could feel her magic and another’s. A magic that was so ancient and powerful that taking more than she could handle would kill his mate.

It was that thought alone that made him not think, he just acted as he opened the bond letting the overwhelming power that was hurting her pour into him. At first feeling like frozen water through his veins.

It hit him like a freight train, making him collapse to the ground on his knees. He bared his teeth at the sheer power of it. He knew his body wouldn’t be able to handle much, but every little bit helped. Every bit that he could take to help his mate, the love of his life, would help. So he gritted his teeth and bared it. He would bare anything for her

So he bared the magic that poured like fire in his veins. Feeling his wife as he did so. Her fear, her love. Her terror at what was happening. Her fear about losing him. Yet another person she loved.

“I love you.” He called out to her, soft and tender.

“Cassian. You have to stop. These powers can kill you.” She pleaded through clenched teeth. The blood leaking from her nose.

“If you take too much it’ll kill you too. We’re husband and wife, Nes. We’re mates. What yours is mine and what’s mine is yours, remember? So complete the spell Nes. Get her out of there.”

He swore even though he could not before, he saw her. His beautiful mate, she kept her hand on the barrier, splitting the magic within between the two of them. The magic flowing between those golden strings of their bond.

He took every excruciating second of it. Even when Rhys and Azriel looked at him with worry. He claimed that magic with pride. Looked death in the face once more, and then when all the magic was promptly out of the barrier, Cassian collapsed to the ground, the whole world going black.

Nesta gasped, collapsing to the floor in a heap as Feyre helped her stand, barely able to herself. They had done it. They had broken the barrier.

“You’re injured.” Nesta breathed out. Feyre gave her a ghost of a smile.

“So are you. Now let’s get out of here before he-“

“Wakes up?” Koschei answered standing up looking between the two of them. Nesta stepped in front of Feyre shielding her with her body, but her sister came to her side instead refusing to let anyone protect her when she was fully capable of protecting herself.

“Truth be told. I’m surprised you lasted even five minutes taking that magic. The land must really like you if it allowed you to do so for that long. It’s such a shame that you need way more than that to complete the spell.” Koschei mused.

“What the hell are you talking about? I took your stupid barrier down. There is no more spell binding us here.” Nesta snapped.

“That my dearest daughter is where you’re wrong. The barrier spell was only a diversion. A way to get you to do exactly what I wanted you too. To take the power that was yours to begin with.”

“I’ve had enough. Either spit out what you’re talking about or let us go. Unless you want to meet your end.”

“So dramatic. You get that part of yourself from your dearest mother. Gods rest her soul.”

“Don’t bring her into this.” Nesta snapped. Koschei ignored her as if she were no more than a child.

“Tell me my dear girl, how much did Amren tell you about the eigth court?” Koschei asked catching Nesta off guard.

“There is no eighth court.” Nesta told him, but something told her that wasn’t exactly true.

“Not anymore. But there used to be long ago. I’m not surprised that even your precious Amren has no memories of it. But I do. It was hard to forget.”

Nesta observed the area around her like Cassian had taught her too. Trying to find a way past Koschei. She didn’t know if the barrier he placed on the door had held or not and she wouldn’t risk Feyre’s life to find out. She had to keep him distracted until Cassian at least woke up. She hoped the power had not affected him as much. From the look on Feyre’s face she was also thinking the same thing. She just hoped one of those two learned how to dispel the barrier placed outside. If anything they could get Amren to-that was it.

‘Feyre can you tell Amren to meet them at the prison. I know it’s a lot to ask but she can teach them how to dispel a barrier so they can get in here.’

‘Already on it.’ Feyre replied. Now all she had to do was deal with Koschei.

“Even if this eight court did exist, it’s gone now. There’s no bringing it back and there’s no use distracting us from what you’re really up to. So just get it over with.”

“You would ignore your own birthright?”

Nesta’s brows went up. “What the hell are you talking about?”

‘Amren is on her way’

“Did you really think your mother was prepping you to marry a human prince?” Koschei sneered rolling his eyes at the thought. “She knew there was no true escape from what you were. That you would find your way back here eventually.”

Feyre clutched Nesta’s hand steadying her. Keeping her anchored there.

“The prophecy.” Nesta whispered making Koschei’s mouth curl up in a smile.

“So you have heard of it.” Koschei smirked. Her heart pounded. That’s when she felt it. The bond that bridged her and Cassian’s soul. Thank the Mother he was alright.

“Not all of it.” Nesta told him. “Only the part where I end your life.”

Nesta threw a cruel smile his way, baring her teeth. She would not falter to him. If he wanted the wolf, he would get the wolf.

“I take it you didn’t get the full prophecy.” Koschei stated, but Nesta refused to let that smoke drop at his proclamation.

“Since you know so much about it. Why don’t you just save yourself the trouble and tell me. And while we’re at it, you might as well let Feyre go. She’s of no use to you.”

“Oh. I think she is.” Koschei stated as he flung his magic at Feyre. Nesta tried trying to intercept it, but it was too late.

Feyre let out an anguished cry as Nesta heard a crack of a bone. Her sister collapsed beside her catching Nesta off guard. If she had not seen the blazing silver of Koschei’s magic he would have hit her too.

She threw a shield around them, kneeling down to see that Feyre’s leg had been broken in two places. Nesta placed her palms on it. Trying to heal her but the magic wouldn’t budge.

“Now are you done using that forked tongue of yours or do I have to make her bleed from the inside out.”

She looked at him feeling utterly defeated,

“Nesta! Don’t-“ whatever Feyre was about to say halted as she coughed up blood from her mouth. Nesta looked at her sister in panic, dropping the shield that didn’t seem to be working.

“Stop! Stop it! I’ll do whatever you want! Just let her go!” Nesta yelled as Feyre gasped the blood stopping.

“That’s my girl.” Koschei smiled.

“Nesta-“ Feyre started, but she silenced her by grasping her hand.

“Make this world a better place sister.” She whispered pulling her into a hug before the door widened Nesta pushing Feyre towards it as it locked behind her.

“I love you.” Feyre cried.

“I love you too.” Nesta whispered as Feyre raced off. Nesta turned to Koschei.

“Such a sweet goodbye too bad they’ve always nauseated me.”

“What do you-“

Koschei flung his arm out making Nesta crash against the wall with his magic. She gritted her teeth, lifting herself up on her arms.

“Such a shame that you two may be reunited before you know it.” He claimed throwing his magic out of the room, the black tendrils dividing.

“What did you do?” Nesta asked standing up even though every muscle of her body protested.

A screech caught her attention making her stomach drop before Kosheci’s magic slammed her into the wall again, a ruthless smile painting his face.

“You actually thought I would make this easy on everyone besides you.” He gave a sharp laugh. “I just made sure that their training was put to good use.”

Nesta shouted a warning to Cassian through the bond hoping that he had heard as Koschei slammed her to the ground, in the middle of the eight point star, smiling down at her.

“Now where were we.”

Pain shot through Feyre as she gritted her teeth trying her best to keep a quick pace. It took every urge in her body not to turn back there and help Nesta defeat Koschei. No matter what method he tries to hurt her, but she knew that all she would be is leverage for Koschei to use against her. To distract her. So she quickened her pace, trying to find the mouth of the cave. Listening for the crashing of the waves that were below.

The bond was still there, even if it was a little weak. She called to it. Called to Rhys praying that he would answer her call. Silence.

She was about to call to him again when she heard a sound that made her stomach drop and her skin crawl. The sound of a door that had been unlocked. Koschei had told Nesta that he would let her go, but he never said he would make her escape easy. Feyre gritted her teeth cursing the God before pressing herself against a wall so she wouldn’t be as visible to whatever had escaped its cell. Another door sounded like it opened and another. Feyre’s face going stark white. No. He was releasing all of them. Somehow knew of the army that waited outside.

Koschei had released all the monsters in the prison and they were now coming out to play

Cassian groaned, every part of his body feeling as if it had been trampled by a thousand horses. Azriel knelt beside him next to Lukkius who had stopped mid incantation and gazed down at him with concerned eyes.

“You gave us quite the scare.” Lukkius claimed as Cassian sat up. The power that had come from Nesta still flowing through his veins latching on to every part of his power that it could.

“Well I was trying to save my wife from taking too much power that would kill her.” Cassian looked around. “Is she here? Did she-“

A blood curling screech caught his attention, making his senses go on full alert. His skin crawling at the sound. He knew that sound. Had helped put it in this place.

Cassian sat up, careful not to get up too quickly to avoid dizziness. He had to be on full alert. He had to- The Barrier.

“Rhys! Cassian! I need you over here!” A voice yelled. Cassian turned his eyes to see Amren standing by the mouth of the prison. When had she gotten here?

Cassian raced towards the barrier as Amren eyes rested upon both him and Rhys.

“We need to break the barrier.”

The screeching inside continued putting Rhys on edge. They were both still in there. Nesta and Feyre. Cassian could still feel that Nesta was alive, but had no clue what was happening within. Especially when Koschei was concerned.

Just then something hit the barrier, or rather someone, collapsing beside it looking like they were in bad shape as Feyre’s blue-gray eyes bored into his. Rhys collapsing in relief at the sight of his mate placing his hand on the barrier next to Feyre’s. Cassian's stomach dropped, Nesta was no where in sight.

Feyre beat at the barrier with her fist, looking back, her eyes wild. Like the creature within was behind her positioned for an attack. She hit the barrier again as Cassian looked down at Rhys.

“We have to get her out of there now!” Cassian ordered placing his hands on the barrier as the ground trembled underneath them.

Rhys placed his hands on Feyre’s as she nodded. Both of them calling to their magic as Cassian had called to his. Or rather the power that was still there.

“Repeat after me!” Amren yelled as they let their power flow through the barrier tearing at its defenses as something roared from within, coming closer.

“Faster!” Amren yelled as Rhys and him moved as fast as they could. That’s when other hands placed themselves on the barrier using whatever magic they could as the barrier cracked and Feyre tumbled out. Rhys scooping her in his arms, cradling her.

“You’re safe.” Rhys whispered. “You’re safe.”

Feyre shook her head, looking behind her.

“Koschei. He-He let one of the monsters out. Possibly more We’re not safe.” Her eyes widened as she looked back to the prison. “Nesta. She’s-She’s still with him.”

“We’ll-Cassian! What are you-“

But before Rhys could say another word, Cassian had raced into the belly of the beast. The bond propelling him forward. Towards Nesta.

“You were destined for greatness.” Koschei sneered as Nesta sat up meeting yet another barrier. She made a mental note to find a way to break them without exerting all her energy later. “But of course you chose love instead.”

Koschei sneered at the thought of it, materializing a knife from his pocket that Nesta had not seen kneeling beside her.

“Did you not chose love once before?” Nesta inquired remembering her mother. What she had felt for the God in front of her.

Koschei looked almost disgusted at the observation. His hand came down but Nesta blocked it, the knife barely cutting into her shoulder. A splotch of blood spilling from it.

“I chose pleasure. Trust me, girl. You were the product of a few reckless nights and a God’s boredom with a mortal women.”

Nesta looked up at him, gripping her shoulder. The blood had stopped flowing staining the eight point star below.

“You could have had any mortal woman you wanted throughout the years. What made my mother different?”

Surprisingly, the God pondered this question. Good, she needed him distracted. Needed to gather her power. As much as she could manage. But she needed time.

“Your mother never wanted love from me.” He answered making her rise an eyebrow in question. “She wanted power.”

“And she thought you could give it to her?” She asked feeling skeptical.

Koschei scoffed. “You really don’t know much about her do you?”

“I'm starting to feel like I don’t know anything anymore.” She told him, and it was the truth. Everything she thought she knew was all a lie. Her lineage. Her faith. Every moral she had been raised upon. Most of it covered with lies. So what was the truth? How could she ever know?

“She wanted to help her cousin from uncertain death that was true and at the time she had no intention of calling upon me to save her, but when you're desperate enough. Any help is good help.”

“She hated the fae. She told me so many times to stray away from them. If she wanted power like you claimed then why would she hide the truth about who I really am from me? It makes no sense.”

“She didn’t used to-hate the fae. She laid with me just fine despite her mother’s countless warnings not to trust us. You of all people should understand that. I mean look at you, raised to despise the fae and yet now one yourself. Hell, you even mated, and bore a child with one. You and your mother are more alike then you think. ”

“We’re you two mates?” She asked. She refused to bring her own life into this.

“I have no mate. Like I said your mother was just a fling.”

"And yet, you kept coming back to her." Nesta confronted him. There had to be more to the story then this.

"I never visited your mother after I found out she was pregnant with you."

"You still haven't answered my question. Why would she hide who I truly am if she wanted power?"

"She wanted you here. There was no doubt about that. However, there were other factors at work. Starting with the man she claimed was your father for years. He hated me with every fiber of his being and I can gather from your upbringing that no matter how much he claimed to love you, there was a small part of him that despised who you were. The part of you that was me. Why else go to someone to hide your true power from you? Besides the fact that he was ashamed. As for your mother, she never truly wanted to be a mom, but I assume you already knew that. The only reason she gave you half a fraction of her time was because of what she might have gained by having you as a child."

His words hit something soft in Nesta, but it wasn't something she hadn't already known. Her mother hadn't cared much for any of them. But a part of her still hurt.

"It such a shame that she put more faith in you then you deserved. She would be so ashamed seeing you so weak and defenseless when it came to your own power. I'm sure she'll tell you about it when you join her soon."

Koschei lifted the dagger as Nesta scoffed, halting his arm.

"You're right she would have been disappointed in me, because just like you, she has always underestimated my power."

Before Koschei could say a word, she plunged the dagger she had been hiding into the God's side.

Cassian's feet hit the floor hearing numerous voices calling out to him from behind him. He heard a curse and footsteps that soon followed as Azriel raced by his side. His shadows growing wild positioned to attack whatever threat was near.

"If you're trying to stop me from getting to my mate-" Cassian started but Azriel interrupted him, cutting him off with a sharp look.

"I'm not stupid, I know better than to try to keep you away from Nesta when she's in danger, but I refuse to let you go into the belly of the beast alone. We're brothers. And if you’re going to be an idiot and charge on in here to potentially save thousands of lives then that’s something we’ll do together."

Before Cassian could tell him to go back to the others, that it would be safer if he went at this alone. A buzzing noise caught him attention, the ground shaking slightly underneath him. They tried to keep their footing before they turned and Cassian's eyes widened at what he saw.

One of the monsters that Cassian had fought long ago flew up behind them, it's eight legs hovering over them as Azriel ducked to avoid them. Tilting its head at both of them as Cassian felt bile rise to his throat. The monster flew down to them, crashing down to the ground behind them, Cassian whirled around grasping at his sword, before the monster struck it's poisoned tail at Cassian. Cassian managed to avoid it's stinger, thankful that it had not landed it's mark, but this fight was far from over.

"Holy Mother of Gods." Azriel breathed.

Cassian's eyes widened as the monster they were looking at struck out at them again. They both intercepted it, Cassian swung his sword at the creature causing it to hiss at him, charging for him as Azriel struck out at it hoping to catch it off guard with a surprise attack. The creature threw out it's tale hitting Azriel, knocking him to the wall.

"Azriel!" Cassian shouted managing to land a hit on the monster, stabbing upward.

The creature screeched in anguish, it's claws striking out at Cassian, tearing at his flesh as Cassian fell. The creature roared at him about to strike out at him. Cassian braced himself for the attack, only to hear a cry of pain as Azriel shot down next to him. Blood spurting from his back. Near his wings.

He fell into Cassian's arms. Blood flowing on the ground, the creature nearing them ready to strike again before it was enveloped in darkness.

"Cassian!" Rhys's voice yelled out trying to keep a firm handle on his powers. "Call to the magic!"

Cassian did what Rhys said, shutting his eyes and calling to the magic that Nesta had given him. Feeling that fire in his veins as his palms burned with that everlasting heat. He struck out at the creature as the fire engulfed it making it cry out. Rhys encased the fire with his darkness making sure the creature couldn't extinguish the flames. The creature flopped to it's side, fighting to stay alive, but with Cassian's and Rhys's magic combined, the creature did not have a chance. The screeching it was making ceasing to exist as Rhys made his way to Cassian and Azriel, kneeling beside him.

"You and Cassian have to stop scaring me so much." Rhys chased. He looked up at Cassian. "We'll talk more about you charging in here without the necessary back up for right now we need to take him to Lukkius or one of the other healers outside before any of the other monsters make their way to us."

"I'm not leaving Nesta." Cassian told him, standing his ground. He was fully aware that he was talking to his High Lord that he was defying his orders, but when it came to Nesta- Cassian couldn't risk her life. Couldn't leave her alone when she had exuded so much of her magic to help Feyre. To potentially help them all.

"I'm not asking you to leave Nesta. I'm asking you to be smart about this. When it comes to you, she can't think of anything else, so all Koschei has to do is put you in the line of danger to get her to submit to his every order. He did it with Feyre, so there's no way in hell he wouldn't hesitate to do it with you. So., please, before Nesta has my ass for putting you in danger, let's get Az out of here, and get some back up if you still want to save Nesta. If things go bad, we'll need help. Especially if all the monsters are lose. "

Indecision tore at Cassian as he looked towards where his heart told him Nesta was, where she was fighting a battle of her own. He knew Rhys was right. Knew how cruel Koschei could be. Remembering that night where his mate was writhing in pain, scared to death for their baby, scared at how Koschei wanted to take Nesta away from her. He hoped she destroyed him from the inside out. He sent a silent prayer to the Mother that Nesta would be alright for a few more moments as they took Azriel out of the prison preparing for whatever would happen next. Not knowing that this was only the start.

Blood ran down Nesta's hand dripping on the dagger flowing onto the ground as Koschei looked down at it.

"You missed." Koschei smiled, almost feeling sure of himself.

"Did I?" She asked as Koschei's face twisted in pain. "Ash wood. It may not kill a God, but it does hurt like a bitch."

Nesta slid the knife upward plunging it further into him, towards his shriveled up heart.

"It won't kill me." He breathed, his face contorting in pain.

Nesta stood, her blood soaking on the ground beside his. "No, but this might."

She closed her eyes conjuring up the crown from the trove, placing it on top of her head. Koschei's eyes widened, almost looking afraid. Good. She wanted him to be afraid. .

"I may be a disappointment to you and my mother, but I'm starting to realize that's not such a bad thing." She smiled ruthlessly, feeling like the wolf she had left caged for so long, ready to let herself bare her teeth.

He tried to get up, but Nesta held up her hand up, summoning the full force of her power,stilling him.

"Because I know who I am. And to me that's more than enough." She spat at him plunging the knife into his chest and twisting it.

Koschei coughed blood filling his mouth as Nesta pulled it back plunging it into him again. The God's blood pooling on the eight point star they were on, splattering everywhere. He gave her a ruthless smile of his own.

"You have no idea what you've just done." Koschei coughed more blood flowing from his mouth. "Perhaps your mother and I underestimated you all these years. Perhaps you really are our child."

"Say hello to mother for me." She spat plunging the knife into his neck watching his blood flow underneath him. Watched as his skin desiccated until Nesta called to her powers letting all her senses consume her, the silver fire erupting from her, lighting his body aflame as the earth underneath them gathered his ashes as if returning him to them.

Nesta breathed in and out dropping the dagger, her skin aglow with the light from her fire as she tried to sit up. The crown still laying atop of her head. She had half the mind to summon the harp to get her out of here before she stepped forward wanting nothing more than to return to everyone. Return to her life and mate as soon as possible. She was so lost in her thoughts that she stopped midway to the door when the whispers grew louder.

A sharp pain sliced through Nesta's head as she collapsed to the ground clutching at it.

"Nesta Archeron, Our Lady. Our Salvation. Our Queen." The voices whispered in the back of her mind as the blood Koschei spilled including her own soaked into the star, a high beamed light sprouting from it, hitting her in the chest causing her to collapse to the ground, keeping her there like she was apart of it. What the hell was happening? She searched her memory of the prophecy. That Koschei's death would bring on life. Was this the life it spoke about?

"What are you?" Nesta asked as a force knocked her forward onto the star, her back lying on it. "Who are you?"

A splitting, unbearable pain consumed her all over, making her feel as if she were on fire.

"Let us show you." They whispered as the world went black.

Terror radiated through Cassian as Lukkius tries to pull the poison from Azriel. He had said that the sting would not kill Azriel, his wings however.

Gwyn sat down beside him, holding onto his hand while Lukkius worked, trying to do his best even though Cassian could tell he was pulling all the energy he could muster.

The ground rumbled underneath them, catching Cassian’s attention as multiple noises rose from the cave. Cassian unsheathed his sword, summoning the power that now acted as if it were his own, looking down at Lukkius, Gwyn, and Azriel.

“We need to winnow him out of here. He can’t fight in his condition.” Cassian instructed putting as much authority in his voice as he could to let everyone know he wasn’t budging on this.

Gwyn looked torn with indecision, either she could leave with Azriel and stay by his side while Lukkius tries to heal him or she could stay and fight with her sisters and the rest of them.

Azriel’s hand weaved through hers making sure he could her attention, her teal eyes caught his giving him her utter attention.

“Fight with them. I’ll be alright, I promise.” Azriel croaked out, wincing slightly. “Show the world what Gwyneth Berdara is capable of.”

A tear slid down Gwyn’s face as Azriel stroked it away with his thumb, his shadows dancing around Gwyn in a gesture of comfort and reassurance.

“Take care of him.” She instructed to the shadows who sung to her in response before returning back to Azriel.

Gwyn bent down, lightly kissing Azriel’s cheek before Mor stepped out of the fold to winnow them away. A loud noise came from the cave as they winnowed off and Gwyn stood, drawing her sword along with the others as she turned to them her head held high.

“Let’s show these monsters that we will not bow to them without a fight! That we are the rock that they will crash against!” Gwyn called out as the Valkyrie’s battle cry rang out sounding like music to Cassian’s ears as the others joined in, ready to fight with each other on a United front as Cassian prepared his own sword, readying for the battle ahead.

Visions filled Nesta’s mind, memories of a long forgotten past, of a land racked with grief and loss. A court once so beautiful, others called it a haven, now burned to the ground. Unrecognizable. Nesta wept at the sight. For the innocent lives lost. Before they even had the chance to live.

The fae from the court slaughtered on sight. No soul out there to tell the tale of a land long since forgotten. The Gods looking upon it with sorrow and anguish.

She glanced upon them, shock filling her at the sight of a much younger version of Koschei, one whose heart had probably not been twisted with such hatred. Along with the Bone Carver, and the Weaver. They all turned to someone behind them. The Mother of all creations walking the land with sorrowful steps. A flash of pain deep within her heart at all the death and destruction that pillaged this land as she turned to the Gods looking at the castle they were standing in that was now in shambles. The eight point star, the symbol of the lost court underneath her feet.

She turned to them, taking out a dagger and slashing it across her palm startling the three Gods beside her.

“We must hide this land from wandering eyes. Must save what’s left of it until someone worthy comes and takes back this land. But I need you three and your assistance to place it in a protection spell.”

The three siblings gazed at each other each manifesting a different thing. Nesta’s eyes widened as she gazed upon the objects of the trove. The Weaver placed the harp on the center of the eight point star, the Bone Carver placing the mask down beside it. Koschei holding the crown.The Mother looked to each of them spilling her blood over the three objects.

She handed the dagger to the Weaver who followed the mother. Her own blood spilling onto the objects. As the Bone Carver followed suit.

He handed Koschei the dagger, he did not hesitate as he cut his palm pouring it over the objects. The Mother nodded in approval offering her hand to them as they held their hands together making a circle in the eight point star.

“We will hide this land until a soul comes along who can harness the power of these three objects, a soul that this land calls to. This land and this land alone will chose which soul belongs to it. So it be, and so The Mother claims it.” The Mother stated. Their power flowing through the circle as the objects disappeared.

The Gods released each other’s hands as The Mother looked at each of them.

“Speak to no one about this and do not interfere with fate of you shall pay the consequences.” The Mother vowed. Her voice firm. The Gods nodded in response.

Nesta looked around, the land shifting and changing around her making her gape at the sight of the prison. As Nesta gasped waking back up in it as she felt a tingle run through her body and a roar from the outside.

She had no time to process what she had just learned, about what had potentially happened to her as Nesta called to the one object she needed and Ataraxia appeared feeling like home. Singing to her power.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Cassian struck out landing a blow on the monster beside him as it screeched out in pain about to hit him again as Cassian summoned an enormous amount of fire, incinerating it.

Balthazar slayed his own monster thanking Gwyn for the assistance as both of them glanced at Cassian. At the power he just exhibited.

“And people thought you were a God before.” Gwyn stated earning a smile from Cassian.

“We’ll wait to see what they say about me when the battle is over.”

Gwyn nodded tearing away from Balthazar’s side to go assist Emerie, Mor, and Annika with their monster. Emerie managing to land a killer blow on her own monster.

Cassian prepared for whatever monster he would face next as one landed beside him, making his stomach drop again.

“So we meet again, Lord of Bastards.” The creature sneered. It’s fangs cutting into its lip. “Tell me have you enjoyed your life, because I have a feeling you’re about to draw your last breath.”

Cassian threw the creature a ruthless smile, pulling out his blade which began to burn with the everlasting fire. He thanked The Mother that Nesta had taught him a few defensive spells over the past few weeks as the creatures face faltered.

“You know how I love a challenge.” Cassian observed swinging at him, the monster managed to intercept it. Striking f his fist out at Cassian who did not have time to recover from his last attack as he flew to the ground several feet groaning.

The creature winnowed over to him, striking another blow to Cassian’s face and another. A struggled laugh escaping from the creatures throat.

“Turns out even with your new powers you’re nothing more than the same old Illyrian bastard.”

The monster drew his power ready to strike at Cassian as Cassian closed his eyes waiting for death to take him before he felt a sickening crack, something warm splattering all over his face making Cassian open his eyes to see what had happened to the monster.

First, Cassian had seen the monsters severed head by his side. The monster’s eyes seeming in utter disbelief at what had happened as his body laid in the opposite direction. The monsters blood coating all of Cassian’s body as he looked up into Nesta’s avenging face, looking every bit of the death goddess as Cassian had imagined her.

“Not quite.” Nesta stated sounding different as if the power had changed some part of her. Made her into a true queen.

She gazed down upon him with those silver flames eyes, lowering ataraxia and lending him a hand.

“We have to stop meeting like this Lord of Bloodshed.” She smiled. He tilted his head to the side giving her a loving smile.

“It seems we are fated for this life Lady Death.” He answered taking her extended hand as she helped him up and he pulled her into him. Her scent reminding him of home.

He pulled away from her, wishing they had enough time for a kiss as Nesta took his hands looking around the battle field. She extended her hands to him as he slid his into her own. Their powers singing to each other begging to be unleashed. The ground shifting underneath them as if it was waiting for their answer as well.

Nesta started an incantation as Cassian’s power met her own combining those golden pools of thread swirling around them combing their fires and melodies as an array of screeches filled the air. The sound of both their melodies together like torture to their ears.

The monsters stilted bursting at the seams, their blood splattering everywhere. It was almost like Rhys’s misting power only entirely different, this power his and Nesta’s alone, but that wasn’t the only thing changing around them.

The land seemed to answer their call as the wind, earth, water, and flame swirled around them, around the magic that called to it. The scenery shifted. The sky turning different shades of colors, from blues to purples to pinks. The crashing waves below them settled and Nesta opened her eyes, the blue-gray of her eyes looking alight. Cassian had never seen anything so beautiful. So radiant. Cassian reached out his hand to her stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“Beautiful.” He whispered to her uniting their lips with a kiss. A kiss that felt like life itself.

Cassian felt magic course through him. Magic of a different sort. Different from any magic he had ever felt.

He pulled away from the kiss as Nesta and him turned to the others. A stunned look on all of their faces as they looked at something behind them.

Nesta and Cassian turned as Nesta’s eyes widened in surprise. Because where the prison once stood was now a beautiful palace that seemed like it was touching the clouds itself.

Nesta looked at Cassian, not sure what was happening as they turned back gazing upon a land that no longer looked ravaged with loss, but of life itself.

“A land that was once lost.” Nesta whispered as he felt the magic swirl around her.

A figure stepped from the crowd as Rhys looked between the both of them.

“What’s happening?” Cassian asked him as Rhys looked at Nesta with shock on his face.

“The land is choosing her.” Rhys stated.

“Wh-What does that mean-“

“That whatever court this now is-Nesta is it’s High Lady.”

Nesta turned to him, surprise forming on her features as the magic encased her, choosing her as its new home.

Chapter Text

Nesta’s chest rose and fell as Cassian held onto her hand, stroking it with his thumb.

“When will she wake up?” He asked Madja, who had just got done examining Nesta after she had passed put in his arms.

“It could be in a couple of hours or it could be in a couple of days. Her body needs time to adjust to all the power it’s consumed and it needs to complete the transition in its own time.”

Madja looked down at Nesta once more before looking back at him.

“She’ll be disoriented at first, you may have to explain to her what all happened, but she’ll be fine.

“Thank you, Madja.” Feyre said, her leg now wrapped in a cast and elevated on one of the chairs.

“Don’t mention it, My Lady. Now make sure you don’t put too much pressure on that leg. You need time to heal as well.”

Feyre nodded as Rhys escorted Madja out, Cassian turned back to Nesta, making sure that she was okay before he heard Feyre’s voice say,

“She’ll be okay, Cassian.”

Cassian tore his gaze away from Nesta to glance at Feyre.

“How am I supposed to tell her anything when even I don’t know what’s going on?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. There are quite a few thing that Rhys and I need to discuss with you and Nesta when it comes to your court.”

Cassian still wasn’t used to that. He had spent 500 years of his existence not aware of this eighth court that had chosen his mate as its high lady. And by default, him as it’s high lord. The thought of it was jarring to Cassian and he knew that when Nesta woke up, she would feel the same way.

“We don’t need to decide anything right now. Rhys and I will give you two a couple of days to think about what we’ll all do, but we have to discuss it, but until then I don’t want my sister to worry about that when she’s recovering.”

Cassian was about to ask Feyre what she was talking about when the door opened and Elain walked through, Lucien behind her with Melody in his arms, Cassian rose.

“We heard what happened.” Elain stated as Lucien crossed over to him, handing Melody over to Cassian as he looked down upon her, her hazel blue eyes looking up at him with happiness and relief that she was once again in her father’s arms. “Or rather we felt it.”

Cassian looked up at Elain then, waiting for her to explain.

“Rhys showed me some of the battle, but even then when we were in the Day Court, Melody’s powers…well…”

“What about her powers?” Cassian asked hoping that nothing had happened to them.

“They felt like they were getting stronger, like the court magic that ran through you and Nesta ran through her as well. Helion said that she may have a few new powers when she grows older.”

Cassian looked down at his daughter, chewing on her blanket as he looked over to Elain. “But she’s alright?”

“She’s going to be alright, she’s a little cranky right now, but that’s because she started teething last night.”

Cassian looked down at his daughter, lightly running a finger over her cheek. “I guess we all need a little time to adjust to things”

Melody cooed, flapping her wings as Cassian held her close.

“Can you let me know when Nesta wakes, there’s something I need to talk to her about.” Elain asked him. He nodded knowing better than to pry.

Feyre looked at Elain, a question in her eyes, but Elain sent her a knowing smile.

“I want both you and Nesta to hear about this. Until then how about I make tea for the rest of us while we wait for our sister to wake.” Elain suggested.

“That sounds lovely.” Feyre said sparing a glance to Nesta who was still sound asleep. “Are you coming?” She asked Rhys, who glanced at Cassian and Nesta.

“I’ll be down in a minute Feyre darling. I’m going to talk to Cassian first.”

Feyre nodded giving Rhys a kiss before leaving the room with Elain and Lucien talking about how things were in the Day Court leaving Cassian and Rhys alone to talk.

“Tell me what to expect.” Cassian instructed him knowing that they both had no real authority over each other. It was weird after all these years of being under Rhys’s orders, it was strange to now be the Lord of a land that he shared with his wife.

“Madja said-“

“I already know about that part, but Madja is only telling me about the disorientation part. You’re the only one the land has truly picked besides her. So I need you to be honest with me. What’s going to happen to my mate?”

Rhys spared a glance at Nesta, gesturing for Cassian to have a seat. He held put his arms as Cassian knew what he was asking and handed him Melody.

“Madja was right when she said that at first Nesta will wake up disoriented. She’ll definitely need you to fill in some blanks especially about what happened when both your powers manifested together. But besides that there will be a lot of decisions that she’ll have to make for the court. Decisions she’ll need some time to make. And some decisions we’ll all have to make together when that time comes.”

“And her powers?” Cassian asked.

“She may have quite a few that she hasn’t had before. She’s also one of the few death Gods left so her power may…well they may be stronger than before.”

“What do you mean stronger than before?”

A soft whine caught their attention as Rhys looked down at Melody. Her skin illuminates but there was something different. Her inner light that was golden before now had a tint of orange to it.

“Well that’s new.” Rhys observed.

“It’s her aura.” A new voice said as Cassian and Rhys glanced back to see Florence stepping into the room, Balthazar escorting her inside.

“Her aura?” Cassian asked looking at the orange.

“Every person has one. But only specific people can see it until someone makes their aura known. This is the first glimpse of hers.”

Rhys looked at Florence intrigued. Cassian gazed down at his daughter, the orange of her aura shining through as she looked from him to her mother, some yellow flowing into it when she looked at her.

“What does it mean?” Cassian asked Florence.

Florence peered at Melody’s aura tilting her head.

“Right now her aura is orange. She also has a few splashes of yellow in there. I take it the orange is her main aura. It mostly mean she’s courageous and thoughtful. Possibly action oriented but only time will tell with her. And the yellow, it’s possible she has that in there because she’s happy to see her mother.”

Before Cassian could say another word, a soft moan of pain sounded from the bed as he jerked to the side seeing Nesta’s eyes flutter open, the blue-grey of them magnified.

“Nes.” He whispered kneeling down beside her and grasping her hand.

“Ouch.” She answered as Cassian stiffened.

“Did I-“

“No. You didn’t hurt me, it might have something to do with getting hit with a magnitude of power all at once.” She answered carefully sitting up.

A soft coo went up in the air as her eyes drew to their daughter.

“We’ll leave your two alone to talk.” Rhys stated gently handing Melody over to Nesta, who held onto her like she was breath itself.

Once they were gone and Cassian knew they weren’t around prying ears, he turned to Nesta.

“How do you feel?” He asked, her attention still on Melody.

“I feel-different.” She answered making Cassian’s eyebrows raise in question. “I know something happened to me, something big, but it’s all still a little blurry.”

“What do you remember?” He asked holding onto her other hand.

“I remember killing Koschei. And then the eight point star holding me there, giving me more power than I knew what to do with. I remember killing someone who was trying to kill you and then us combining our powers and…the land. It was calling to me. What is that supposed to mean? I-I remember the land that was once nothing shifting underneath that power that we set off. Wh-What was that?”

“According to Rhys, it was the land shifting under your control. It was the land choosing you for its High Lady.”

Nesta paled as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“You-You mean to tell me that I’m head of a court. A court that had long since been forgotten until now.” Nesta breathed. Cassian nodded. “Which by default makes you it’s High Lord. Since we’re mates and what’s mine is yours.” Nesta stated. Cassian nodded again.

“Wh-What do we do? I don’t know the first thing about being in power and what about the places that are around that court. Are they still apart of the Night Court or-“

“I’m not sure. Rhys and Feyre said they would give us a couple days to make a few decisions, but the rest they said, is up to you.”

Her eyes widened, but Cassian took her hand.

“We don’t have to decide at this moment. Right now we can just stay here and have our time right now.”

Nesta nodded, a look of gratitude on her face as she held Melody close.

“Her light is orange now.” She observed making Cassian smile.

“Florence says that’s her aura. Though that may change here in a couple of minutes.”

Nesta looked at him in confusion as Cassian told her.

“It appears as if our little warrior’s first tooth is coming in.”

Nesta sat down in a chair, the sun room alight with glorious rays of light as Melody cooed in her arms taking in the colors of the sunset. Almost like the colors of the new court that laid along the horizon.

Cassian and Rhys had gone to deal with the aftermath of the battle making sure that all the monsters were truly gone as Nesta waited in the sunroom for her sisters to arrive.

She still felt strange, still felt as if she were living someone else’s life, but after a couple days of thinking about it. She finally knew what she wanted to do with the eighth court.

A table manifested beside her with three cups of tea and three slices of chocolate cake, Nesta smiled up at the house.

“Thank you.”

A gust of wind blew her hair, a hint of a smile touching her lips.

“I think I know what I want to do with you, but I need your approval first.” Nesta said to the house, pressing her palm to the wall before letting her thoughts flow over the house. The future she wanted for it. She swore she felt the house buzzing with delight in response.

“I hoped you’d like that idea.” Nesta smiled looking down at Melody, her eyes seeming to tell her mother that she liked the idea too.

“One day baby girl, you’ll be old enough to tell this tale by yourself and say that you were there.” She stated holding her daughter close. Her aura turning yellow with a few rays of green.

“I’ll have to have Florence teach me a few things about auras.” Nesta replied lightly running her finger over her daughter’s nose.

“I can teach you a few things about them.” A voice said from the foyer as Nesta turned to see Elain and Feyre walking into the room.

“You can read auras?” Nesta asked. Elain nodded.

“Part of my seer powers if I had to guess.” Elain stated taking a seat beside Nesta and Melody eying the chocolate cake.

“Courtesy of the house I take it?” Elain guessed, Nesta nodded.

“It thought we needed a few refreshments and snacks while we discussed what you wanted to tell me and Feyre about.”

Feyre took a seat next to Elain as Melody turned towards her. Her hands outstretched towards her aunt who smiled as Nesta handed Melody to her.

“You never told me your seer powers came with reading auras.” Nesta started as Elain took a bite of cake.

“No one ever really asked about them. It’s more than just visions you know.” Elain replied. “But reading auras can be apart of it if a seer practices and I’ve been practicing a lot here lately, that being said I do have a bit of news for the two of you.”

Nesta and Feyre exchanged looks, the last time Elain had news it was of her pending nuptials to Lucien. Only time would tell what she was about to tell them now.

Elain took a deep breath, a smile making her features alight with joy as she ran a hand over her abdomen.

“I’m pregnant.” She told them as Nesta put a hand over her mouth, a smile forming on it as Feyre squealed in delight pulling her into a hug. Melody looked around wondering what all the excitement was about. Nesta giggles at that.

“Congratulations.” Nesta smiled giving her a hug, “Have you and Lucien talked-“

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you two about.” Elain interrupted giving Nesta an apologetic look. “I’m leaving the Night Court.”

Feyre looked taken aback by this proclamation but deep down Nesta knew something like this was coming. Had known that ever since Elain had been here, she had wanted out, making the best of her situation.

“Where will you two go?” Feyre asked taking a sip of her tea.

“Helion was excited when he heard the news about the baby that he offered us a place to stay at the Day Court so that if we wanted we would always have a home there and to be honest, I want Helion and Lucien to have the time they never got to have. And I know how much Helion adores children. I think it’s the best for everyone around.”

“What do you want to do?” Nesta asked.

“I want to be with him. Wherever that takes us.” Elain stated with certainty.

“Then you should go.” Nesta told her, squeezing her hand.

“Just promise you’ll invite us up there and give us constant updates about the baby.” Feyre said as Elain nodded.

“Of course I will.” Elain promised as Nesta took her other hand.

“ I can’t believe we all won’t be apart of the same court anymore.” Feyre said as they all looked at each other.

“But that doesn’t mean we all can’t stay in touch.” Nesta reminded her as Feyre looked at her sisters.

“Then let’s make a promise.” Feyre said as the sisters listened. “Let’s make a promise to at least see each other for solstice’s, that way our kids can have one holiday together.”

“I like that idea.” Elain stated. Looking to Nesta.

“I do too.” Nesta agreed, “but I think I also have another idea that I want to run by everyone.”

Nesta sat in the House of Wind dawning a purple gown, she knew this was coming. Knew that she had to make quite a few decisions about her new court. She would never get used to saying that, never get used to the fact that she was now in a position of power. One that she had never expected.

She had asked Rhys to call everyone he could there to meet with them. The Valkyrie, The Illyrians, and all the circle. Once everyone had arrived, Nesta stood.

“Thank you all for being here. As some of you may have found out, a new court has emerged and so has a new High Lady and I know with that comes a lot of questions about what’s going to happen to the Night Court as a whole.”

Cassian squeezed Nesta’s hand in encouragement as Rhys and Feyre urged her to go on.

“I will not decide anyone’s future for them. What court you wish to belong to is entirely your decision. If you wish to stay in the Night Court than I will not hold it against you. Illyria and The Court of Nightmares will still be under Rhys and Feyre’s jurisdiction, however, a huge acre of land where nothing once stood will soon be up and running in the next upcoming year. And if you wish to leave the Night Court, you are more than welcome to come join the eighth court.” Nesta announced as mummers went up in the air.

“Will the Lord and Lady of the Night Court hold it against us?” A man asked looking at Rhys and Feyre. Rhys shook his head.

“It’s your choice which court you want to live in. Neither I or my High Lady will hold it against you.”

“Can we get a few days to think about it?” Another asked, both Nesta and Rhys nodded watching the crowd disperse as Gwyn and Emerie gave Nesta a knowing look. A smile on both their faces before they headed out with the other.

“I’m surprised you extended the invitation to The Court of Nightmares.” Rhys started, Mor had traveled there to tell everyone the news now that Mor had asked Rhys to step up and rehabilitate the Court of Nightmares. She would only be there twice every month, but they all thought it was progress.

“No one is born evil.” Nesta reminded him taking a deep breath, “Sometimes all anyone ever wants is a chance to make things right.”

“Have you figured anything else out?” Feyre asked.

“Do I still own the House of Wind and The Bookstore?” Nesta asked catching Rhys and Feyre off guard.

“Of course. They’ll always be yours. We would never take them from you.”

“I was hoping you’d say that, because I have an idea that I want to run by you two.” Nesta told them. They waited to hear her out. Cassian squeezed Nesta’s hand in response.

“I want to turn the House of Wind into a boarding school.” Nesta stated looking at both Rhys and Feyre’s shocked faces. But they let her continue.

“I know out of all the request I could make this one seems…strange, but I feel like it would benefit the courts tremendously. It’ll be a place where several children can learn the ins and outs of the court system and their magic and the basic. It could be a place for them to train and a home where they feel like they can belong while getting the attention they need.”

Rhys placed a hand on his chin pondering this, Feyre seemed elated at the thought. A satisfied smile curling at her lips at Nesta’s suggestion.

“It takes a lot to run a school. We’ll need teachers, and to convert a few rooms into dorms and classrooms, not to mention the supplies, and staff, and how many years it may take to get the place up and running.”

Nesta looked to Cassian who stood with her grasping her hand and intertwining it with his.

“We figured you would say that. So we figured out a couple of solutions.” Cassian replied moving towards the door as Gwyn emerged along with Emerie. Rhys rose his brow in question.

“I’m glad to see that we finally have the floor.” Gwyn smiled exchanging a look with Emerie. “Nesta told us he’d plan this morning and we’ve discussed it with the priestesses, the Valkyrie, and a few of the Illyrian women. A lot of them have expressed interest in teaching and helping out with the school. If approval goes through that is.”

“And the students?” Feyre asked as Emerie smiled.

“I took the liberty of talking to Lukkius, Eli, and Yeona. They all love the idea and Eli has always wanted to expand the shelter and he thinks it’ll be good for the kids to get an education that they need. That some of them so desperately want.” Emerie replied with a smile.

“And of course the invitation will be extended to all the other courts as well.” Nesta added, even Rhys looked impressed with the level of thought that had went into this.

“It’s not going to be easy, you’re going to need sponsors to help find the school and people who are interested in helping out. It’s a good thing that people have expressed interest, but it’s only the start and it may take longer than you expect. It won’t be easy, especially if you’re also running your own court.” Rhys replied.

A touch of a smile formed on Nesta’s lips. “Nothing worth it in life ever is.”

Feyre gave her sister a smile, showing her approval through her eyes.

“Was there anything else you two wanted to discuss?”

Gwyn stepped forward looking at Nesta. “The Valkyrie have made their decision about which court to stay in.”

Rhys looked to her waiting for her response. “A lot of us wish to stay with our generals.” Gwyn replied. “The only exception are those who have husbands who are staying in Illyria.

“Understandable.” Rhys stated giving her a sad smile.

“Does this mean you and Emerie-“

“I’ll be moving to the Dusk Court.” Gwyn stated looking at Emerie.

“I’m staying in Illyria to oversee my restaurant and home. Though I will be visiting quite regularly with my wife going back and forth between here and The Court of Nightmares.”

Nesta nodded her understanding even though it would hurt to be separated from her friend, she understood her choice. Sometimes moving forward meant making difficult decisions and she understood that choice completely.

“It seems like you two have thought of a lot so far.” Feyre proclaimed, pride in her eyes for her sister.

“My plans aren’t perfect, but nothing in life ever is.” She replied.

“No it’s not. That’s what makes it beautiful.”

“Have you decided what you want to name your court?” Rhys asked snaking his arm around Feyre’s waist as Nesta looked at Cassian smiling.

“We tossed around a few names for the past couple of days, but only one of them felt right,” Nesta stated as she grasped the map and rolled it out looking at the land that was now theirs and extending a hand. “May I burrow a marker?”

Rhys materialized a market as Nesta bent did and wrote the name of the court down on the map. The others smiled to themselves looking towards the future of prythin. Gazing upon their newest court with hope in their eyes.

The Dusk Court.

“It’s hard to believe that after all these years we’re here.” Feyre stated as all three sisters stood at the edge of the Dusk Court.

It was still bare, still full of acres of land that Nesta had no clue what she was going to do with, but it was also filled with endless possibilities as she gazed upon the sun that was now setting in the horizon.

Feyre was on her Night Court attire, a black dress that fit her body perfectly while Elain dawned the colors of the day court looking like a vision in white and gold. Nesta herself had taken some time to really think about the colors that she wanted to affiliate with the Dusk Court. Settling on the colors of a sunset. From reds to oranges to Purples to Pinks to Yellows, and Blues. Today she had chosen a long sleeved form fitting purple dress and had gone with one of her crown braids that adored a crown on the top of her head. It still felt heavy.Still felt like this truly wasn’t happening.

She took a brief glance over to Cassian who was holding Melody up and showing her the vast area of land that now was theirs. Melody gazing at it with wonder as her aura brightened, the oranges of it coming though complementing the purple dress that she had worn today so both her parents could get sworn in as the Lady and Lord of the Dusk Court.

After being crowned, Nesta had turned to the crowd that had turned out to see it and had announced Cassian as her High Lord and Their daughter as the future heir to the Dusk Court. Earning a smile from both her sisters.

Nesta turned back to her sisters, smiling at both of them as a carriage pulled up Elain looked it turning to them.

“This is me.” She smiled at them, her brown eyes now laced with tears. “I guess this is goodbye.”

Tears filled Nesta’s eyes looking at both her sisters and pulling both her sisters into a hug.

"No. Never goodbye. This is just until we meet again." She whispered as Elain walked to the carriage waving goodbye to her sister's as Lucien stepped out helping her into the carriage as they left to go live their life in the Day Court.

Nesta turned to Feyre as they both stood at the edges of their own courts. Feyre looked behind her to the Night Court's horizon.

"I should get home." Feyre claimed as Nesta pulled her into a hug.

"Don't be a stranger." Nesta whispered.

"I won't." Feyre smiled sending a goodbye wave over to Cassian and Melody before winnowing back home leaving Cassian, Nesta, and Melody alone in their court.

Nesta walked over to where Cassian and Melody were standing, the open field on the horizon. They still had a lot to do for this court. Still had a lot to build and change, but for right now she was content with this moment of peace.

Cassian held her close as they gazed down at their daughter that was looking at the sinking sun on the horizon.

"So, what did you want to do first, My Lady?" Cassian asked as Nesta turned to him.

"I have an idea, but I need yours and our daughter's help to accomplish it." Nesta told him as he handed her Melody and she sunk down on the ground, helping Melody sit up. as her daughter placed her hands on the grass along with Nesta's and Cassian's.

"Now close your eyes and think of the happiest thought that you can while you let the magic flow through you." Nesta smiled as she let her magic flow through her and sink onto the soil of the Dusk Court.

When she was certain that it had worked, Nesta opened her eyes and smiled at the field of flowers in front of them, butterflies swarming it as Melody reach out her hands and giggled at the sight, Nesta smiling at the sight as Cassian opened his eyes smiling at the sight.

"It's beautiful." Cassian breathed.

"The first of many beautiful things." Nesta whispered leaning in as her lips touched his sinking deep into the kiss itself as they pulled away watching the sun sink on the horizon of their new court with their daughter in their arms looking towards the future.

Chapter Text

For Nesta the concept of true love had been a fleeting thing. Something that was meant for the fairytales that she had read in her youth. When she was a little girl she believed in it fiercely, would devour every book she could find on the subject as if it were the air from her lungs.

It was because of those books that Nesta for the longest time had assumed what true love was. Had thought she found it so many times only to be hit hard with realization later down the line.

Her thoughts on love had changed throughout the years, becoming more cynical as they passed. It wasn’t until she had found the real thing with her mate that she had found out that she never truly understood what love was.

She had loved Cassian more than anyone she ever had before, thinking that no love could compare to the one between them. That never ending flame. She had been wrong. Because Nesta had never experienced true, undying love before, not until the moment she had first gazed upon their baby girl. Her beautiful Melody.

This is what Nesta thought of as she watched the butterflies float around her, their wings fluttering as they tried to reach their destination. In the distance, she heard her daughter’s grunt as Cassian defected the blow she was trying to land on him. Melody groaned in frustration.

“You have to watch your stance!” Cassian exclaimed to her as she could see that her daughter was fighting the urge to roll her eyes. Nesta bit down on her bottom lip to hide the chuckle that was about to escape from it. “Melody, this is serious! Any attacker could knock you off your feet if you don’t position yourself correctly!”

“It’s no use!” Melody shouted back throwing her hands up in frustration. “We’ve been at this for hours and I’m still not getting it down! Obviously I’m not meant to be a warrior like you or mom!”

Cassian stepped closer to her, his voice more gentle this time talking to their daughter in words that Nesta could not hear. He always did this when Melody was frustrated. Ever since she was a small infant, he always seemed to have this quite understanding with her. Although Nesta had plenty of moments like that of her own.

It still shocked her how fast time truly went, one moment her daughter had been a tiny infant snuggled against her chest with no worries in the world. And now here she was nearly five months away from turning sixteen.

She still remembered every moment, every flash of memory of her beautiful butterfly, her life like a song on repeat playing in Nesta’s mind.

The only light in the nursery came from the moonlight outside of the window as Nesta ran a gentle hand over her abdomen, rocking back and forth in the chair feeling her daughter move inside her. Her mind going a mile per minute with worry as the tears feel from her eyes.

The door creaked open, Cassian’s hair catching the moonlight as he stiffened at the sight of his crying mate. He shut the door quickly making his way over to her as he knelt down touching her abdomen, a look of terror and concern on his face.

“Nes, what is it? Is something wrong with the-“

Nesta shook her head, leaning it back on the rocking chair trying to dry her tears. It was stupid why she was shedding them in the first place. Cassian gently lowered her chin, their eyes making contact.

“Nes, what’s wrong?” He asked, his voice gentle.

“What if I’m not good enough?” She asked, a sob tearing from her throat. “What if I screw her up like my-“

She couldn’t finish the sentence, but Cassian’s hand on her hair told her he understood. He ran a hand over her stomach looking up into her tear stained eyes, running his thumb over them to dry her tears. Their daughter’s wings gently fluttering inside of her in response.

“That’s not going to happen.” He answered, a note of certainty in his voice.

“How do you know?” She sobbed, he caught her face between both of his hands.

“Because you already love our daughter so fiercely and she’s not even here yet.” Cassian assured her. “And don’t try to downplay yourself either.”

Nesta looked over to their daughter’s crib. She was so close to being here. So close to being brought into this cruel world, a place where Nesta couldn’t protect her as easily.

“I see you, Mate.” Cassian said abruptly making her blue-gray eyes bore into his. “I see how your love for Melody has already grown.” Cassian told her using their daughters name. It was one of the few times he ever did.

“I may have missed your face the first time you found out you were pregnant or whenever Elain told you we were having a girl, but I haven’t missed a moment after that. I didn’t miss that look on your face when you first saw your bump forming, I didn’t miss that look on your face when you thought of the perfect name for our child, I didn’t miss that look on your face when you first felt her move, you were so excited, you forgot what we were fighting about and stopped mid argument to put my hand over your abdomen.”

Nesta smiled at the memory, as Cassian kisses her tears, touching his forehead with hers.

“And I’ll never forget the moment when you first felt her wings.”

“I was so scared something was wrong. Now I can’t help but be happy every time she does it,” Nesta smiled rubbing a hand over her abdomen, feeling the outline of her daughter’s foot.

“Just wait until you see her learn how to fly.” Cassian told her.

Nesta looked up at him, her gaze so loving it melted Cassian’s heart.

“I think we’ll both have happy tears that day.” She said as Cassian pressed a kiss to her abdomen.

“That we will.”

Nesta had she’s a lot of tears throughout her daughter’s life, but there was no tears like the ones when her daughter had first learned how to fly.

By this point, her milestones span in Nesta’s mind like a cornucopia of colors. The sleepless night her, Cassian, and Melody had endured when she had broke her first tooth. The copious amounts of food thrown in their hair as Melody began to experiment with what foods she did or didn’t like. Nesta’s fear when Melody nearly hit her head on surfaces when she was first trying to learn how to walk and stand and Cassian’s chuckles every time. And the moment of pure joy when she finally took those first steps trying to reach Nesta who was grabbing a book from the bookshelf, calling to Cassian in pure elation when she knelt down ready to catch her daughter if she feel.

Soon her crawling turned into walking, her walking into running, and now she wanted to learn how to fly. Had been asking her dad about it. Nesta remembering when her first words had been mama. The joy it had brought to her face, the tears she had shed. The smile on Cassian’s face as he held both of them close. His two favorite girls.

However learning to fly for Melody had not been easy, one day, when Melody was five years old, she had gotten so frustrated that she had pushed Cassian away when he had tired to comfort her after a fall. Nesta had watched as Melody had rested her chin on her knees, Cassian walking back to Nesta as she placed one hand on his chest, keeping her eye on their daughter in the distance, the butterflies of her garden floating around her.

“Let me talk to her.” Nesta supplied, Cassian nodded, his face showing the disappointment he felt for himself. She would reassure him of his capabilities after she talked to Melody.

Making her way across the field where flowers grew and butterflies swarmed, Nesta kneeled before her daughter, who now had tears forming in her hazel blue eyes. Her braid that Nesta had put in this morning now lose from its pins. She waited for her daughter to look up at her when she finally did there seemed to be a sense of…shame in her face. A look that broke Nesta’s heart.

Melody turned her face away. A nearby butterfly landing on her arm, she shooed it off not in the mood for the butterflies attempts at comfort. She knew her daughter would not talk about what was troubling her so easily if Cassian had not been able to figure it out, so Nesta tried a different approach.

“Did you want me to fix your braid?” Nesta asked, Melody’s fingers going to the loss braid looking at it with frustration in her face. It was a face she knew well. One she had worn so many times before. Most of the time, Melody was happy. But when her temper flared, Nesta could see the storm so similar to her own brewing in her daughter’s eyes.

Melody only nodded as Nesta got behind her, undoing her braid and worked to redo it with her fingers, giving her daughter time to process her emotions before Nesta’s eyes flickered to the scrape on her daughters knee and the dried blood forming there. She would have to disinfect it as soon as possible.

After several seconds had passed, her daughters long hair thankfully cooperating with her, she fastened the braid before she pulled her daughter close, taking a moment to watch the butterflies together.

“Did you want to talk about why you were so angry with daddy?” Nesta asked at last as Melody turned, a spark of anger and shame alighting her features.

“I wasn’t mad at him…” she started looking down at one of the flowers between them, plucking at it. “I just-was angry.”

Nesta picked her daughter’s chin up gently, making her look into her eyes. “I understand that…but it’s not good to take your anger out at daddy when you’re upset.”

“I know mommy.” Melody responded, shame washing over her as Nesta looked at the scrape in her knee.

“Did you want to talk about what happened?” Nesta asked leaning back and allowing her daughter to have space. Melody looked at her wings then.

“My wings….I think…I think they’re bad.” Her daughter’s answer breaking Nesta’s heart.

“Why do you think your wings are bad, baby girl?” Nesta asked her voice gentle.

Her daughter gazed up at her then through tear stained eyes, searching for the answer that was nearest to her heart.

“Because everyone else thinks they are. And at first I-I didn’t believe them, but now I think they’re right.” She cried putting her head to her knees, letting her tears flow. Nesta pulled her closer to her until her tears died down before speaking. A fire like no other underneath her skin, igniting her.

“Your wings are not bad, Melody. They are apart of you and you are one of the most beautiful souls I have ever met. But sometimes others will make you feel like this isn’t so.”

“But how do I stop these thoughts and prove them wrong when I can’t fly myself. Most Illyrians can by now.” She asked. Nesta bit her lip silently cursing whoever made her daughter feel less then during one of Cassian’s trips to Illyria. Sometimes he would take Melody so she would know where she came from, so she wouldn’t lose that part of her and neither would he. Cassian had also found it hard to find a balance ever since they had obtained the Dusk Court. And if she was honest with herself she also had struggled a great deal, but was now finding her own balance amongst her people. However small her court may be.

“Open your palm.” She instructed her daughter who gave her a brief, confused look before holding put her palms. A butterfly who must have seen her open palm flying into it. A monarch butterfly if Elain had taught Nesta the different species correctly.

“Do you know how butterflies are made?” Nesta asked, a few butterflies landing on her shoulders, a couple settling in their hair at peace with the serenity that Nesta and her daughter provided. Her daughter shook her head urging Nesta to continue with the intrigued look in her eyes.

Nesta looked around until she spotted a cocoon laying down belly first on the grass as her daughter joined her, the butterflies fluttering out of Nesta’s hair at the sudden movement though the ones on Melody remained.

“You see the cocoon right here?” Nesta asked her. Melody nodded, her eyes widening with wonder.

“Well inside this cocoon is a caterpillar who is waiting to grow its wings and become a butterfly.”

Melody’s eyes widened, as she looked at her mother.

“You mean that butterflies don’t fly at first?” Melody asked her mother shook her head.

“No it takes quite the transformation for them to be able to fly. But it is a wonder when they do.” Nesta answered as Melody rested her chin on her arms looking at the cocoon closely.

“Do you think I’ll ever be able to fly?” Melody asked as Nesta held her gaze.

“I believe you’ll be able to do whatever you set your mind to. That it may be hard at first, but you’ll eventually overcome those fears and do whatever you can. You just have to believe in yourself first.”

“And the others?” She asked.

“Their opinions don’t matter. Words can hurt, but at the end of the day they’re just words. It’s what you do with them that matter. It’s your actions afterwards that determine how things will go. Do you want to fly?”

“More than anything.” Melody answered.

“Then you have to keep trying, no matter how much harder it may seem for you compared to others. Trying is better than living your life regretting things you didn’t do because of others opinions.” Nesta answered.

Melody’s hazel blue eyes trained on her.

“I said some bad things to daddy.” She stated, a tear leaking at the corner of her eye.

“Sometimes we say bad things when we’re mad. It’s what we do afterwards that matters.”

“What if he’s mad at me?” Melody asked picking at a piece of grass.

“Your dad loves you, and he will love you no matter what, but I know that an apology is always better than saying nothing at all.”

Melody sat up, looking at her. “Will-Will you be there with me when I do it?”

Nesta nodded, sitting up and outstretching her hand to Melody letting her know that she would always be there.

“Of course I will.” Nesta promised her daughter as her hand slid in hers and they walked through the butterfly garden until they spotted Cassian on one of the patios. A few of his war books open as Melody looked at Nesta who nodded at her.

Melody let go of her mother’s hand rushing up to Cassian as his head wiped in her direction. Melody threw her arms around him, squeezing him as tight as she could as Cassian knelt down so she could hug him better.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” She told him. “I didn’t mean what I said. I-I was just angry and when I fell after trying to fly again, I-“

“Got frustrated?” Cassian guessed. Melody nodded.

“I understand, little warrior. Sometimes we get frustrated when things don’t go our way and we hurt other people.”

“I never meant to hurt you.” She told him, looking back at her mother who had joined them.

“It happens to the best of us. What we do afterwards is what truly matters.” He explained.

“I know. Mommy told me the same thing.”

A hint of a smile played on Cassian’s lips as his gaze lingered on Nesta. Pride and joy playing over them.

“Well, your mother is one of the smartest women I know. And I know you’ll be just like her in that regard.”

‘Her father’s heart, but her mother’s mind’ Florence’s words repeated in Nesta’s head as she knelt down beside her two favorite people and Cassian pulled them both into a hug. A sense of bliss running through Nesta at the family they had created. The one she would do anything for.

“Thanks daddy and mommy.” Melody whispered as they held her tighter.

“Forever.” Cassian promised, Nesta promising the same thing.

“Forever.” Melody whispered back as the sun sank on the horizon.

Nesta had remembered that after that conversation, Cassian had took them both to Illyria, to the cliff’s edge. He had gotten both Feyre and Rhys’s consent to be there as Melody looked over the edge, her hazel-blue eyes widening in fear.

“I can’t.” She sobbed. “It’s too high.”

She clung to her mother’s skirts as Nesta knelt down so she could look in her eyes.

“I know it looks scary, my beautiful song, but I promise daddy will be there to catch you if anything goes wrong.”

Melody shook her head clinging to Nesta tighter. Cassian waited for them patiently, his wings flapping in the wind, sadness at his daughter’s fear on his face.

“I know it’s scary-flying. I used to be terrified of it too.”

Melody looked up at her, “But-you don’t have wings.” Melody recalled. Nesta gave her a slight chuckle.

“But I have flown with daddy, and Aunt Feyre, and Uncle Rhys.”

Melody’s eyes widened. “Why were you scared?”

“My first experience with flying wasn’t the best.” She recalled, but kept the details to herself. “I was terrified for a while to try it again.”

“What made you change your mind?” Melody asked.

“Your daddy did. For a while he was the only one I would fly with and I still prefer him over everyone else. Mostly because your daddy loves to fly and rather then let me keep fearing the idea of flying, he showed me how beautiful it could be. And I know he could do that for you too. All you have to do is believe you could do it.”

Melody looked over to where Cassian still waited for her. Her eyes going back and forth. She took a deep breath before hugging Nesta tight.

“Thank you for always believing in me mommy.”

“Always.” Nesta promised as Melody took a deep breath, Cassian preparing himself just in case as Melody took off running, the wind rushing through her curly, black hair before she launched herself off the cliff opening her wings and flapping them frantically.

Tears shone in Nesta’s eyes as Pride filled Cassian for this was the day their baby girl took her first flight. Her laugh of joy warming Nesta’s heart as Melody flew over to Cassian’s awaiting arms.

“I did it, daddy! I did it!” She exclaimed. Tears streaming over Cassian’s beautiful face.

“You sure did, my little butterfly.”

Stardust covered Nesta’s cheeks clinging to her sheer silver dress, the embroidery on it clinging to dress dress like shinning stars, the sleeves reminding her a bit of wings as Melody stood there in a dress of the royalist blue, looking as if several stars had dances upon it. Her long black hair in a cornet braid. She had been trying to teach Melody how to do her own hair as well as teaching Cassian how to do it while she was away on court business. But overall, Melody still loved it when Nesta did her hair claiming that it would never braid the same way for her.

Melody jumped trying to catch as much of the stardust as possible as her cousin Nyx laughed at the sight of it playing along with her even if he was only a few years older. Their other cousin, Elain and Lucien’s daughter, Willow, sat on Elain’s lap looking up at the stars with wonder.

A coo brought Nesta’s attention downwards as Gwyn and Azriel’s son Isaac smiled up at her touching her face as Cassian glanced over with love.

Nesta looked over to where Gwyn and Azriel were, lost in each other as Gwyn laughed, the stardust covering her as she danced around with her arms outstretched as Azriel danced with her. She was happy to watch Isaac for the briefest moments so her sister in arms could enjoy a moment with her husband.

Nesta’s eyes wandered to where her other sister in arms was, laying on a blanket and gazing at the stars with Mor and their son, Emerson between them, pointing out the constellations that Rhys had taught him. A subject they had both taken up an interest in.

When Melody was done, herself and her clothes covered in stardust, Melody’s gaze looked up at both her parents looking at baby Isaac.

“Mommy? Daddy? Can I ask you a question?” She asked.

“Of course, little warrior.” Cassian answered.

“When are you and mommy going to have another baby?”

A blush crept on Nesta’s cheeks, the question catching her off guard, as her and Cassian glanced at each other.

“Sometime in the future.” Nesta answered quickly. Melody nodded as if this were answer enough and went back to hanging out with her cousins as Cassian and Nesta laughed slightly. They hadn’t really talked about having another child. In between court business, raising Melody, and relishing in the brief moments they had alone. They both hadn’t given more children much thought.

But that night, when Nesta was carrying Melody back in, her having fallen asleep at her aunt’s house. That all changed.

The fire place roared loudly, as Nesta shut her daughter’s door tightly after tucking her in. She walked over to where Cassian sat in the couch, the staff having gone home for the night as Nesta sat down next to him snuggling against his side. Her head resting on the crook of his arm.

“That was quite a night.” He mused. She hummed in delight, breathing in his scent.

He swiped at her cheek, bringing back stardust that was still on her cheeks from the night. She would have to draw a warm bath before they retired to bed that night. Perhaps she would extend that invitation to him as well, the stardust still coating the inky blackness of his hair.

“It was.” She remarked looking into the fire. The blaze of it warming her, waning off the chill of the night.

“What if we did it?” Cassian asked, Nesta straightened, gazing upon him in question. Her hand gently pressed to his heart.

“Did what?” She asked searching his face.

“Had another baby.” Cassian answered as Nesta’s eyes widened, her heart fluttering in response. Another baby.

“You-You want another baby?” Nesta asked.

“I would love another baby-but if that’s not something you’re ready for. If we have to wait then I’ll wait decades until you-“

Nesta cut his words off with a kiss, hoisting herself onto his lap, both of her legs on either side of his as she straddled him deepening her kiss, showing him how much she wanted this.

“Gods yes.” She answered breaking the kiss. Cassian’s breath mingling with hers.

“Are you sure that you want to do this?” Cassian asked his voice trembling, pressing his forehead to hers.

Nesta nodded pressing a kiss to her mate’s lips as he pulled her closer, hitching up her skirts, his hands running up her thighs in pure need.

“Let’s make another baby.” She whispered on his lips as Cassian's trembling hands unbuttoned Nesta's dress laying her out on the softness of the couch, kissing her as her hands went to the buttons of his pants, their clothes falling away before Cassian lifted her from the couch and they made love in front of the roaring fire, ready to start the newest chapter of their lives.

After that night, the years passed, the court itself flourishing into something that Nesta perceived as beautiful. She had even busted into tears when she saw the school itself. A place where children who had no home themselves could go and get an education. Feyre and the others also offered to teach a few classes as well as a few other citizens. It was truly beautiful. And as the court and the school grew, so did her child.

She watched as her daughter grew older. Her heart filling with joy and wonder watching her baby girl grow up, the joy of witnessing her daughter flying with the others, improving on her skills. Witnessing as her daughter began to learn how to fight, her trainers stating that she showed great promise, making Cassian beam with pride. In a lot of ways Melody was her father's daughter, but in others she was Nesta's as well. Had seen it in how her daughter would devour books, had hinted at it in her daughter's natural curiosity for the things around her. Had observed it in the way her daughter loved to dance.

but no matter how much joy Nesta felt seeing her daughter grow up, it also saddened her to see her only child growing so fast. Sometimes it felt to her as if her own child didn't need her anymore. She had begun to fly without Cassian, had began reading and writing without Nesta. She had even started to do her own cornets by herself. The most shocking had come when Melody had turned thirteen.

They were seated around the dining table enjoying a meal when Melody spoke,

"Mom, Dad-Can I talk to you about something important?" She asked gathering both her parents attention.

"Of course you can, Little Warrior." Cassian answered. Melody took a deep breath.

"I know that this may not sound ideal, but as you two both know I've been attending school in the Night Court for some time now."

Cassian and Nesta had agreed that letting Melody attend the school would be the best option for her education, and when they saw how much she loved it there, Nesta couldn't help but smile.

"And I know how much traveling back and forth from here to there can get tiresome. And I know that the school offers rooms for students who want to live there."

Nesta paused in her eating fully taking in what Melody was saying.

"You-You want to stay at the school instead of live at home." Nesta inquired as Melody took a deep breath.

"I love it here, mom. I truly do, but-something about this decision just feels-"

"Right." Cassian finished for her.

Nesta looked over to Cassian, a million thoughts swirling in her head.

"The next semester isn't for a couple of months, and your mother and I will have to discuss it."

Melody nodded in understanding finishing her dinner in silence, that night when Nesta and Cassian were dressing for bed, Nesta turned to Cassian unbraiding her hair.

"Do you think we should let her go?" Nesta asked sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at Cassian. He stepped forward taking her chin in his hand, tilting it up.

"I think we have raised a fiercely independent daughter who wants to set out and go on her next adventure without us." Cassian explained as Nesta felt a tear slide onto her cheek. Cassian wiped it away.

"It doesn't mean she loves us less. It just means that she wants to discover who she is in a place where all her friends are. And we can arrange a few visits with her. If you want to do this that is. We won't go ahead with this idea if both of us don't agree on it."

Nesta exhaled looking out the window, looking at the clouds of pink and purple that surrounded her court. She pulled her robe closer as Cassian knelt down so he could gaze upon her face bathed in the pale moonlight.

“Why do I feel like this isn’t the only thing troubling you?” Cassian asked. He knew her too well. But she had to be honest with him, no matter how much it hurt her.

“What if she’s the last child we ever have?” Nesta asked. It had been seven years since they had decided to start trying and every negative Nesta had gotten had torn piece out of her heart until most days she could scarcely bare it.

“Nesta-“ Cassian started.

“Please, let me finish.” Nesta told him. “I love Melody more than life itself. I would die for her if the situation asked for it. But she is growing up and as she grows up, I feel as if she’s slipping away.”

“She loves you, Nesta. That’ll never change.”

“What if she doesn’t need me anymore? What if her visits become few and far between. I love being her mother, I love being a mother. What if-What if she decides that I’m not the mother that she needs?”

Cassian pulled Nesta to him, embracing her.

“I don’t think she’ll ever not need you, Mate. There will be times where you don’t think so, but you’ll always be her mom and no one can take that from you. But sometimes loving someone means finding the courage to let them go and live their own lives. It doesn’t mean you love them less. It just mean you trust them to decide what is best for them. And as I always say, our daughter is smart. She gets it from the best.”

“What if she gets hurt?”

“Then we’ll help her through it, every step of the way. We are each other’s forever. We just have to remember that. And as for other children-“ Cassian pulled her closer. “I know it’s hard-and sometimes unbearable-“

Nesta looked over to the side again, holding her feelings back. Sometimes she felt like he didn't even know the half of it.

"Nesta. Please, talk to me." Cassian pleaded. His hand resting upon a knee, she turned her gaze back on him.

"Sometimes it's harder than you can imagine." Nesta answered, a pain of a different kind radiating through her.

"I'm here for you, whatever it is." Cassian assured her. "You can tell me, I won't turn away from what you're struggling with. This I promise you."

Nesta turned so that her and Cassian were face to face, their knees touching, so she could look at him, so she could stare into the endless hazel of his eyes and see what his thoughts truly were.

"I know it seems selfish and I should be happy for them-but ever since that night that we decided we wanted another baby every time it didn't, but it happened to anyone else, I felt-"

"Envious." Cassian finished, a tear spilled from Nesta's eyes. Guilt overtaking her.

"That must sound horrible." Nesta told him as he pulled her to him holding her close as she listened to the heartbeat from his chest.

"It's how you feel and you shouldn't be ashamed of feeling something that you can't help. But Nesta, this feeling your feeling-you're not alone in feeling it. Sometimes it takes time to make another baby-sometimes other fae females take centuries to get pregnant again-but it doesn't mean that you can't feel as if it's unfair during some points. It's only natural, even if sometimes you feel it's not. And Nesta- It's okay if sometimes you feel angry about it, just know that one day everything will be alright."

Nesta threw her arms around Cassian as he held her close, tears spilling down her face as Cassian gently rubbed her back.

"It's alright, mate. let it out. It's okay to." Cassian assured her as Nesta just let everything go and let herself feel everything, even the parts of her she didn't want to feel.

the next morning, Nesta knocked on her daughter's door, Cassian walking in behind her as their daughter paused in what she was drawing and turned to her parents. Nesta sat down in a chair next to her, taking a deep breath to steady herself, telling herself that she could do this. Not only for herself, but for her baby girl. The one she had raised to be as strong and independent as she could be. She just had to remember that.

"Your father and I talked it over, and we both agree that if you want to stay at the school then you can stay at the school." Nesta told her, Melody's eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Really?" She exclaimed.

"There will be a few conditions." Nesta said firmly as Melody gave her her full attention.

"You'll write to me and your mother at least once a week." Cassian started.

"And you'll keep your grades up, will arrange times to come visit you...and-"

"And you'll come back to stay with us during breaks especially during solstice and your and your mother's birthday." Cassian finished as Melody smiled hugging both her parents.

"I promise." Melody assured them as Nesta held her daughter close hoping that she had made the right decision.

When the time had come, and the summer had turned into the fall, Nesta and Cassian held hands walking up to the house that was once theirs. A gentle breeze blew her hair as the house sung in delight. She touched the walls of the house, sending her magic through it, setting herself alight.

"Hello, old friend. It is good to see you again." Nesta whispered as Melody walked up beside her, her daughter touching the side of the house as familiar with it as Nesta once was. Greeting it with her own magic as a orange aura illuminated her. Nesta pulled her daughter into a hug, fighting back her tears as Melody's own were forming in hers.

"I'll miss you, mom." She cried.

"I'll miss you too, my beautiful butterfly." Nesta told her. "Just promise me one thing."

"Anything." Melody said, looking at her mother.

"That you'll have the best adventures here, but know that you can always come home when you want to." Nesta assured her.

"I promise." Melody promised hugging her mother. "I love you, mom."

"I love you too, my beautiful song." Nesta told her as Melody pulled away and embraced her father.

"I love you, dad." Melody said to him, Nesta saw tears in his eyes at the thought of leaving her.

"I love you, too. Keep your eyes on the horizon, my little warrior. Especially when you miss us."

"I will, dad. I promise." She embraced both her parents waving at both of them before she went inside and Cassian held onto Nesta watching their beautiful Melody go on with her own life.

Before they left, Nesta touched the house once more, placing her forehead on it as she felt the magic of the house flow through her.

"Take care of her for me." She whispered to the house as it hummed in response, in a way promising her always.

Nesta breathed in the fresh air coming back to herself as Melody nodded at Cassian stepping back into position, trying the stance one more time as Nesta watched her, her beautiful song, her little warrior striking out and landing her blow. She cheered in excitement hugging her dad who had told her that he knew she could do it. A tear welled up in Nesta's eyes as she watched another accomplishment in her daughter's life, her beautiful butterfly smiling at her as she rushed up to her mother and gave her a hug, laughing.

"Did you see that mom? I finally did it" She rejoiced, pride shining on Cassian's face as Nesta embraced her family, Butterflies swarming around them, a promise of new life as Nesta wondered if she would ever feel butterflies again.

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Nesta's head leaned against the wall of her and Cassian's bedroom as she inhaled sharply with a curse. Her whole body taunt as she trembled underneath Cassian's mouth. Plunging his tongue into her making her gasp, the tips of his fingers crawling upward as she clutched onto his hair running her fingers through it, his hazel brown eyes burning like shooting stars. All from his want from her. From this basic primal need that have overtook them in the past couple of weeks. She would have to thank that retreat Gwyn had suggested when she saw her tonight.

He pulled her to him, smashing his lips to hers letting her taste herself on his lips. He slid his fingers inside of her as she rode them thrusting her hips to his. He ripped the front of her dress, his mouth going to her upturned breast sucking on them making Nesta cry out in ecstasy. Her hands went to his leathers pulling at the pulls and stays of his pants, his cock springing lose from them as she laid him down on the floor hovering over him as she joined their bodies together both of them moaning at the feel of it.

His hands rested on her hips keeping pace with her rhythm as she rode him reveling in the feel of him until they were both spent. Their bodies covered in sweat at what they both had done. Exhaling a deep breath, Nesta rolled off of him trying to catch her breath as Cassian chuckled pulling her closer.

"Eighteen years of mateship and we still got it." Cassian remarked, curling a strand of her hair around his finger feeling its softness.

"Of course, I don't think I'll ever tire of you." Nesta explained sliding on top of him again, dipping her head down and capturing his lips in a kiss.

"Happy Solstice, Mate." He smiled as Nesta hummed.

"Solstice isn't for another three days." She reminded him, her finger running down his naked torso, tracing the outlines of his scars. Remembering the ways he had told her how he had gotten them. A different time. It felt so long ago without actually being that long at all. But they were both different people now and so much had changed during their leadership that it was nice to have time to themselves.

"Yes, but these are the last moments we get to spend alone for the next three days. "

Nesta smiled at the thought. "True, but we get to be with everyone again in the Winter Court no less. I would be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little bit excited."

"In that case, we better get dressed or we'll have a late start to the morning." Cassian told her leaning down to kiss her. His kisses feeling like fuel to her fire.

"We still have another...thirty minutes." Nesta mused as Cassian smiled down at her, lifting her chin up and softly kissing her lips, his kisses growing hungry again.

"I love the way you think."

Cassian gently landed on the ground as Nesta rushed to a nearby bush to empty her stomach, travel had been not as easy as of late, though she had not known why.

Cassian gently rubbed her back as she spit taking a deep breath to gather herself. Had it really been that long since she had flown with him?

“Perhaps we should take you to Lukkius when we get home. See if he could get you anything for the motion sickness.”

“Perhaps what Feyre caught last week is spreading throughout the courts, even Elain stated she wasn’t feeling that well as of late.”

“And you all still want to do solstice?” Cassian asked.

“It is one of the few holidays we celebrate together and Vivianne and Kallias are already expecting us. Maybe it was just the motion sickness and I’ll feel better when we get there.”

“Alright, but if you don’t, I'm taking you to see the doctor Vivienne and Kallias have.” Cassian warned.

“Fair enough.” She agreed as she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand and Cassian handed her some water so she could wash her mouth out with it.

Wincing at the taste, Nesta and Cassian walked to the House of Wind, the House switched its lights off and on in response happy to see them. Nesta chuckled going over to the house, and using the hand that she had not used to wipe her mouth to greet it.

“It’s nice to see you too, old friend. Has my dearest daughter been staying out of trouble?”

The house flickered it’s lights once in response, a positive sign, as a smile crept up Nesta’s lips.

“Shall we go greet our daughter, Mate?” Cassian asked as she slipped her hand in his.

“Of course, but I should probably wash my hands first, I wouldn’t want her to catch what we’re catching even if it’s just nerves.”

Cassian nodded as they went inside so they could get their daughter for solstice.

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Melody asked her roommate, Iris, who was laying on her bed going over some sheet music, trying to figure out the notes that she missed on her final for their school band. Iris played the violin, had loved the instrument ever since she was a little girl, and being her roommate who had to listen to her practice for three to four hours a day meant that Melody knew exactly how good she was. Sometimes she would dance along to the music and her and Iris made a show of it.

"I'll pass, but thanks anyway. Go ahead and have fun with your parents and that insufferable cousin of yours." Iris told her, a sneer to her voice at the mention of Nyx.

"Still talking about me, Iris? I can't help but feel flattered that you still think about me even when I'm not around." A voice said from their doorway as Iris rolled those emerald green eyes at that voice and rolled over on her bed to face Nyx pushing her blonde, curly hair from her face and training her eyes on him and focusing all her annoyance on him.

"Don't you ever do anything with that mouth of yours, Archeron? You know instead of running it?"

Melody saw the challenge rise in Nyx's blue eyes before she turned from her suitcase staring down the both of them.

"Don't answer that." She chased him, making Nyx roll his eyes in agitation as he pushed back his cropped black hair.

"Always ruining my fun, cousin." Nyx said crossing his arms, and turning his attention away from Iris. Ever since the two had met, they had despised each other. Melody tried to stay neutral when it came to the whole situation, but sometimes they grated on her nerves. If it wasn't for-

"Earth to Melody." Nyx said sending her out of her thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"Are you ready to go? your parents are almost here, and I don't know how long I can stay in this room without your roommate preparing to pounce on me." Nyx threw out as Iris gave him the finger before going back to her sheet music dutifully ignoring him.

"Yeah, I'm ready to go." She stated grabbing her purple suitcase off of her bed before stopping by Iris's bed reminding her of Iris's home in the Spring Court. The one that she rarely talked about. Iris had been here since she was three, according to Iris this was the only home she had ever known. Which was why Melody invited her to family gatherings as often as she could despite Nyx and Willow's many protest.

"Last chance. Are you sure you don't want to come with us to the Winter Court? It might get lonely here during the holiday and you might get annoyed by Professor Sterling off pinch singing ."

"I don't mind having the room to myself over the holiday besides I can just cast a muting spell so the room can remain quiet despite Professor Sterling's love of butchering more than a few of my favorite songs. I promise I'll be alright staying here, besides I wouldn't want to ruin your cousin's fun with that ice princess girlfriend of his."

"She has a name, you know?" Nyx interrupted as Iris jumped off her bed walking up to Nyx looking just as tall as he was with her five foot nine frame. It made Melody almost jealous of her height despite the fact that she was only two inches shorter.

"Yes, I almost forgot about the House of Wind's most infamous couple. How can anybody else compare to the sheer perfection that is Nyx and Holly?"

"Fuck it, I'll be waiting outside if you need me. I'll see you around devil's spawn." He shot at Iris as she shook her head and flopped back on her bed. Melody was about to say something before Iris interrupted.

"Go. Have fun. Be with your family and have some fun for once. God know you deserve it."

"Okay. I'll see you after solstice. Try not to have too much fun without me." Melody told her as she headed out of her dorm room to see Nyx waiting outside by her door, Melody waited until they were out of ear shot and away from prying eyes to smack Nyx on the back of the head.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?" He asked irritation flooding over his face reminding her of her uncle.

"For being an asshole. If all you were going to do was be rude to Iris, you could have just waited for me by the front entrance." She snapped.

"Listen I know that Iris is your roommate and you somehow have a soft spot for her but she's the devil incarnate. I just don't get why you're so nice to her when you know exactly who she is." Nyx argued as Melody stopped short facing Nyx, her face scrunching up in anger.

"Because she's her own person, Nyx. And I'm not a person who thinks a child should suffer because of what their parents did. No matter how much you and Holly try to convince me otherwise."

"Fine. Do whatever you want, but you're fighting a losing battle, and tripping over yourself for a lost cause."

"No one is a lost cause, cousin."

"Sometimes they are."

"Well your mother and my father would beg to differ on that. Now play nice or next time we'll have to settle this dispute between us in the training ring."

"Ugh oh, you have my girlfriend threatening the training ring after hours, what did you do to piss her off this time?" A voice asked as Melody's mood lightened and she turned to embrace her girlfriend, Aria, holding onto her tight.

“You came.” She smiled as Aria pulled away slightly giving Melody a smile of her own.

“I wouldn’t want my girlfriend to leave without a proper send off.” Aria explained, her brown eyes flickering to Nyx.

“I can take a hint. I’ll let your parents know that you’ll be a minute.” Nyx assured her before looking between her and Aria. "Perhaps I'll make it two."

Melody nodded turning back to Aria, the sun hitting her auburn hair just right to make her twice as beautiful as well as illuminating the freckles of her skin.

Once Melody was sure that Nyx was out of view she stepped closer to Aria, placing her hands on her waist.

“Are you sure you don’t want to meet them before we part ways for our Solstice vacations?" Melody asked, holding onto Aria's hand, her thumb running lightly tracing the life line on Aria's palmbefore seeing on Aria’s face that she wasn’t too thrilled about the idea. Melody had asked her the other day, and she had had a similar response.

“I mean…it’s only been two months, Mel….I don’t think I’m ready to take that big of a step in our relationship just yet, I'm just not ready to meet your family especially not your parents.”

Melody tilted her head to the side, “What's that supposed to mean?”

Aria rolled her eyes slightly and exhaled as if she were annoyed that Melody couldn't automatically read her mind. “You know I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just that your parents are two of the most intimidating people I have ever heard of in my life.”

“They’re not that intimidating.” Melody mused making Aria’s eyebrows lift in question.

“Your mother and father are the High Lady and Lord of the Dusk Court and before that your father was a war general and your mother is still a Death God who could still kill a man with a snap of her fingers. How is that not intimidating to you?”

“Because despite their titles and various powers they’re still my parents. My parents who would ready me bed time stories at night when I was scared and couldn't fall asleep. My parents who taught me how to braid my hair, and wield a crossbow. They may be those things to everyone else, but they're still the people who raised me. They're my parents. My parents who I would love to introduce my girlfriend whenever she is ready.”

“And maybe one day I will be, but not after only a month of dating. For most people they want to make sure that their relationship is the real thing before they meet the parents.”

Melody felt a pang in her chest as she dropped Aria's hand and took a step back.

"You don't think this is the real thing?" Melody asked as Aria breathed a sigh giving them more space.

"We hardly know each other Melody, in some ways we're basically strangers. I just need more time to know you before I get to know people who are important to you. Can you understand that?"

Melody shoved her hands in the pockets of her orange jacket as she leveled Aria with her eyes.

"Yeah, sure. I-I understand." Melody told her even though some part of the words Aria had said still bothered her. "Have fun with your mother in the Autumn Court."

"Mel-" Aria started as Melody grabbed her suitcase.

"I'll see you when I get back." Melody stated giving her a kiss on the cheek before she headed towards the door, taking a look back when she was at it, but Aria wasn't there. Melody's heart dropped slightly at the sight of it.

"Trouble in paradise?" A smug voice asked before she headed out of the door. Great. Just what she needed.

"I'm not in the mood, Harper." Melody snapped as Harper stepped out of the shadows of the hallway, crossing her arms over her chest and flickering her green eyes that reminded Melody of a vibrant forest at her, her curly strawberry blonde hair that reached her chin shinning in the sunlight.

"Pity. I was looking to have some fun before everybody headed out for the holiday."

"Why? No plans for Solstice?" Melody sneered. "Pity."

"Well not all of us can have parents who can afford to take us on extravagant vacations for solstice."

"Listen, I can't help who my parents are and I can't do this today-Have a good solstice regardless." She said placing her hand on the door.

"You deserve better." Harper blurted out causing Melody to pause.

"What?"

"Anyone in a ten mile radius can see that Aria is giving you the run around until she finds someone better, so maybe you should just rip the band aid off and break up with her yourself."

"I'm not breaking up with my girlfriend over a stupid disagreement. Harper and the last person I'll ever take advice from is you, so just do yourself a favor and keep your advice to yourself when it comes to my love life." Melody spat shoving open the door hearing the "If you say so." coming from Harper's lips before she went out to greet her parents.

Nesta pulled her coat closer as Cassian embraced her to keep her warm, the students swarmed around them making Nesta crane her neck to the side trying to see if her daughter had come out yet.

“She’s not here yet, my love. She would be with Nyx if she was.

Nesta looked around to see if Nyx had come out before Melody, Willow had already left a day early to help Elain prep for solstice and Feyre and Rhys had left picking up Nyx and Melody to Nesta and Cassian. They would be the last ones to arrive for the celebration.

“Mr and Mrs. Archeron!” A cheerful voice called out as Nesta turned to see Nyx’s girlfriend, Holly make her way towards them. Still no sight of Nyx or Melody who was supposed to be with her. Holly made her way towards them, her younger brother, Jax in tow.

“Hey Holly. I thought Nyx and Melody would be with you.” Nesta replied as Holly shook her head.

“He told me to find you two and wait for him, he thinks Melody overslept because she was still packing.”

Nesta nodded in understanding, it was like her daughter to oversleep even when Nesta had tried to break her out of the habit.

“I’m sure they’ll be here in a couple of minutes.” Holly assured.

“That is if your boyfriend can get out of there without having an argument with the High Lord of Spring’s daughter.” Jax stated making Holly shoot him a glare.

Nesta crossed her arms. “Are they still fighting?”

Holly shrugged, “He rarely talks about her. Besides Nyx knows better than to let the opinion of one of the worst high lord’s kin get to him.”

Something in her heart dropped at Holly’s words, ever since Tamlin had had a daughter, she had been the main target of a lot of students here. Ever since she had walked through those doors everyone had decided that they weren’t going to give her a chance, everyone except Melody, who had been roomed with the Daughter of Spring.

Nesta still remembered the day Melody had found out, her face pinched in anger and a little disgust when she read her room assignment immediately asking Nesta if there was anything she could do to switch rooms.

Nesta had halted in her paperwork as Melody handed it to her and Nesta looked it over, surprise in her features. It had been a while since she had heard of the girl. She set down the paper.

“I’m sure your school won’t allow you to switch roommates, Melody. It says here in the fine print.”

Melody sighed in annoyance as she flopped onto the armchair beside Nesta’s desk.

“I’m so screwed. How am I supposed to make any friends if I’m rooming with a walking cautionary tale?”

Nesta paused in her reading to look up at Melody giving her a stern look.

“I raised you better than to talk that way about anyone, Melody Roxanna Archeron.” Nesta chased as she swore she saw her daughter’s eyes roll. “And I know for sure that I taught you not to roll your eyes at me when disciplining you.”

“Sorry mom.”

"Okay. Let's try a new approach. What has this girl done to you to warrant you not wanting to room with her?"

"Nothing to me personally, but the way Nyx talks about her seems like she makes his life a living hell."

"Have you ever seen her be unkind to him?"

"Sometimes, but only during times where they're arguing with each other."

"Have you thought perhaps that maybe she's not the terror everyone thinks she is? Perhaps she's only defending herself because of how people are treating her horribly because of who her father is. Maybe constantly bringing it up gets to her?"

"I didn't think of it that way." Melody replied, her eyes straying off to the side of the room.

"Sometimes all it takes to look at someone differently is a different perspective. Give her a chance and if you still want to switch roommates after the semester is over, I'll talk to the dean for you and get you a new living arrangement. Sound fair?"

"Fair." Melody agreed making Nesta smile.

"That's my girl. Hey, maybe it won't be bad. Maybe you two will even become best friends."

"I doubt it, but thanks for the vote of confidence." Melody told her, "I guess I better get back to packing. Thanks for the advice mom."

"Anytime." Nesta assured her giving her a hug before Melody had went back to her room to pack. Nesta was glad that her advice had not fallen on death ears. Before Nesta could say anything further about it, a voice called out, drawing Nesta's attention as Nyx came running up beside them stopping shirt before them before hugging Nesta.

"Aunt Nes!" Nyx exclaimed squeezing her tightly. "I'm glad that you came to pick us up."

Nesta pulled back raising an eyebrow at him.

"Why? Because I'm the cold aunt?"

"You'll always be the cool aunt, Aunt Nesta." Nyx said as Cassian stepped forward.

"What am I? Chopped liver." Cassian joked as Nyx laughed.

"Of course not, Uncle Cass. You're my second favorite Uncle next to Uncle Az."

Nesta bit back a laugh, biting on her lips slightly. It had always been a running joke between the two of them.

"Well not everyone can be a shadow singer." Cassian shrugged as Nesta stepped closer to him cradling his side.

"Yeah, I didn't inherit those abilities either if it helps Uncle Cass."

"Hey, don't sell yourself short. Not everyone can walk dreams either." Holly reminded him making Nyx smile.

"I will admit that skill does come in handy during certain points." He grinned at her as Jax groaned.

"Please guys, have some tact. And where is Melody? We have to get on the road soon if we want to make any of the events tonight."

Nesta glanced around the crowd as she finally saw her daughter emerging from the door, her face looking as if it were dropped as she made her way slowly towards them. Nesta stiffened. She knew Melody only did that when she was upset about something. She was about to ask what was wrong when Melody smiled as she approached them pulling her mother and father into a hug.

"Hey, little warrior." Cassian greeted her as Melody pulled away.

"Dad. I haven't been little for a couple years now." She replied stepping out of their embrace.

"Force of habit. Sorry, Melody."

"It's alright. Is everyone here? I would like to get out of here as soon as possible." Melody said as they made their way away from the crowd so they could take off towards the skies. Nyx held onto Holly while Jax decided to ride with Melody and Cassian took Nesta, It would be a long journey to the courts and Feyre had arranged for a carriage to meet them somewhere during the halfway mark, so they wouldn't tire.

Nesta took one last glance at her baby girl, marveling at how much she had grown. When had her baby girl grown up so much? Nesta had felt like it hadn't even been a couple years since she had held her tiny baby in her arms and now she was taking off in the skies with ease and figuring herself out. She just hoped some things would never change.

No matter how bad Melody's life had gotten, one thing had always cheered her up. She spread her wings out wide, grabbing onto Jax and taking off to the skies, breathing in the fresh air as she flew upward, Jax letting out a whoop of excitement as Melody gave him a soft laugh flying further up, spreading out and looking at her parents who were off to the side, her mother clinging to her father for dear life. It had amazed her that besides friends Melody had never taken anyone up to the skies with her. It was a right of passage for most illyrians according to Nyx. But Melody had never found the right person she wanted to share that moment with and when she saw her parents, her mother looking at her father with such love in her eyes that Melody knew that she wanted someone to look at her exactly like that. Sometimes she thought she saw it in Aria's face, but during others...

"Earth to Melody." Jax said taking her out of her thoughts. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I just like flying with a clear mind, you know?' She answered, avoiding looking at him.

"Really? I just assumed that you were thinking about what happened with Aria." Jax said making Melody grimace. Of course Jax could see right through her. He had always been able to ever since they were kids.

"Why do you assume I was thinking about Aria?"

"Because you got the same look with Madison, Kimberly, and Scarlett. Face it, Melody. You love fast, but you crash hard when they don't show you the same amount of interest."

"I don't think I love fast, I just think I love with an intensity that most can't understand." Melody answered. "They just didn't like that part of me. Besides I only went on one date with Kimberly and Scarlett and they both decided after one date that they didn’t like me in the same way,”

"Well maybe Aria is one of those people too." Jax suggested as Melody's face scrunched up in dismay. She didn't want to think that Aria was like the rest, but after what had happened that morning-

"Listen, I didn't mean to pry-it's just that I don't think Aria is as in to you as you are to her." Jax blurted out honestly.

Melody fought the urge to drop him only slightly to scare the shit out if him, but she decided it was for the best if she didn’t and only scoffed in annoyance.

“Why does everyone think they know my girlfriend better than I do?” Melody gripped adjusting Jax. He sighed.

“Because the only reason you and Aria know each other is because of that huge fight you got into with your RA.”

“I mean she was trash talking Lesser Fae and making then do extra chores around the school while making their lives a living hell. It was the least I could do to show her that no matter how high in status she is that anyone could kick her ass.” Melody answered with a ruthless smile.

“And I’m sure your parents loved getting that call from the headmaster when she came crying to him with a broken nose.”

“My dad was crying tears of joy.” Melody stated, her mother however had waited until they were out of the headmaster’s office to praise Melody for standing up for what she believed in., but also telling her that there were a lot of other ways to get her point across then with the use of her fist. “And why is it bad that Aria likes me because of that?”

“Because the others and I know that there is so much more to you than that. And we feel like you deserve better than her.”

Melody gritted her teeth together hating how this conversation was making her feel.

“Why does everyone think they know what’s best for me? And what exactly do you mean that I deserve better? People aren’t objects Jax. Nothing is owed to us in this life. And if I like Aria, that’s all that should matter.”

“What if she breaks your heart?” Jax argued back.

“Then she breaks my heart. That’s one emotion no person can avoid. And it’s not like I won’t get anymore opportunities after her. There are a lot of options in prythian and I refuse to let a heart break stop me from finding the person that I’m meant to be with. Even if I have to defy the odds to do so.” Melody answered gazing at her parents.

They had started to slow down. They would reach the halfway point soon and Melody couldn’t wait. Perhaps she would ride in a carriage with Nyx and talk to him for the rest of the way. God knows he may have had a few things to get off his chest. Or he would request to ride privately with Holly, which meant she would either have to ride with Jax or her parents.

She prayed it was Nyx because she knew as soon as they were in the Winter Court, They would want as much time with her as possible. Not that she blamed them. They only got to see her a couple times a year and she was their only child, her mother had struggled to get pregnant for so long that they had decided to stop trying for a couple of decades, deciding they had all the time in the world to have another baby, but that did mean that all their attention was solely on her and the court. Sometimes she did wish she had siblings, so her parents could have other children to dote on.

Sighing, she caught sight of her dad plunging downward, her mother clinging onto his neck for dear life, still uneasy flying despite all their years together, and landed by where the carriages were.

Melody and Nyx made their descent, landing firmly on the ground as Jax ran a hand over his windswept hair. Three carriages sat there as Holly made her way over to them, grabbing Jax by the arm.

“Come on brother, you’re riding with me.” Holly stated, turning her head back and flashing a smile at Nyx before blowing a kiss and heading towards one of the carriages.

Nyx grinned, running a hand over his hair, a stupid, wide grin making him appear love struck on his face. Melody rose her eyes.

“I guess that means you’re riding with your cousin?” Her father guessed. Melody nodded as Nyx leaned down and whispered,

“I have something I want to discuss with you on the ride over anyway, something big.”

Melody rose her brows at him as he made a zipping motion with his lips and climbed inside the carriage as she turned back to her mother and father.

“Yeah. I guess I am. You two don’t mind, do you?” Melody asked as her father shrugged.

“No, we understand. We’ll see you when we get to the Winter Court and then we can all go out to eat as a big happy family.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Melody agreed looking over his shoulder, hearings retching sound from inside the carriage as worry filled Melody.

“Is mom okay? Does she need me to-“

“Just motion sickness from the flight. If it continues your mother told me she’d go to the doctor there.”

Melody nodded feeling her magic call out wanting to heal, to help her mother put with whatever was going on, but she knew she couldn’t always rely on her magic to heal every cut, scrap, or bruise that she came across. Sometimes letting nature run it’s own course was the best option.

“Go ahead and have fun with your cousin. I’ll help your mother and hopefully get her to feel better.”

“Did you bring ginger? It always helps to settle a stomach, same with peppermint.”

“I may have a few ginger candies to give her, but if it persist, we’ll see what they have in the Winter Court.”

Melody nodded Looking back to the carriage.

“I guess we better get going to make it in time for all the fun activities Aunt Feyre had planned.” Melody told him as her father grinned.

“Ah yes, we wouldn’t want to miss those. You know how your Aunt Feyre gets.”

“I’ll see you and mom when we get there. Be safe and tell mom, I love her too.”

“I will. And remember we love you too, safe travels.” Her father replied climbing into the carriage as Melody made her way to hers wondering what this big announcement was that Nyx was about to make to her.

The moment Nyx Archeron had been born he knew his fate had been written in the stars. In his head he knew this sounded quite pompous and out of touch, but there was a lot of things about Nyx that had told him he had been destined for greatness.

He had maped out his whole life since he was the age of ten. Become the High Lord of the Night Court after his mother and father passed, Make Holly, the heiress of Winter, his High Lady, and unite the two courts in unity and strength before they had several kids with each other. His plan was maped out. Perfect to the last step, but then she had arrived and threw a wretch in his plans.

The first time he had laid eyes on Iris, he knew she would be his destruction. A chip in his seemingly perfect mirror. Like she had been brought to crash him down to earth. To become his deepest, darkest secret. One that she hadn't even been aware of. She wondered if she had felt it like he had. If it had destroyed her life too. Hoping that she didn't want this as much as he didn't want this. It was all that he prayed for these days.

That she didn't want their mating bond anymore than he did. That she resented it almost as much as he did. That she also questioned the mother the way he had. Why on earth would she make his worst enemy, the daughter of that beast, the one he was supposed to share his life with? He didn't want that...he would never want that. Which is why he avoided it, continued on with his plan as usual, and hope that the bond would just...go away. Just like he wanted it to.

"So what happened between you and Aria?" Nyx asked wanting to step outside his own head for a while.

His cousin flickered her hazel blue eyes at him sighing as she put her head to the window of the carriage.

"We may have had a fight." Melody confessed making Nyx's brows raise in question. He was about as fond of Aria as he was Iris, but he had kept his options of the girl to himself. If she made his cousin happy than he could bare her for as long as they were together.

"What was it about?" Nyx asked leaning back in the carriage seat wishing they were in a bigger one to make his wings more comfortable.

"It's nothing, really. The more I think of it, the more I realize it was something I blew way out of proposition just like I always do."

"Well, I'm the king of blowing things out of propostion so why don't you let me be the judge of that?"

Melody sighed turning her eyes to him.

"I asked her if she wanted to meet my parents and she...she said no." Melody admitted.

"Ah the dreaded meeting of the parents. I'm not surprised that she said no. She does seem like the flaky type."

" Why do you insist that she's a flake? What if she's just too nervous to meet them? I mean wasn't Holly afraid to meet your parents?" Melody asked as Nyx gave her a sigh of frustration.

"Holly has known my parents ever since we were all in diapers. Hell, I wouldn't even be surprised if they had maped out our wedding ever siunce we were in the womb. That's different than what you and Aria have. It always has been."

"Marriage? Aren't you two too young for that?" Melody asked avoiuding what he had said about Aria. He didn't change the subject He had to admit something to her anyway. He wanted his cousin to be the first to know.

"Can you keep a secret?" He whispered.

"For my favorite cousin, you know I can." She promised.

"I'm serious, Mel, you can't tell anyone. Not even your parents...it's-It's important." He stammered. Nervous.

"I swear I won't tell anyone." Melody swore holding out her pinky. A gesture from when they were kids.

Nyx gave his own pinky as they swore to keep his secret. He took a deep breath and rustled around his pocket untiul he brought out the box, Melody's eyebrows lifting as she gasped when he opened it.

"Nyx...tell me that's not what I think it is."Melody gaped, her eyes widening in surprise.

"It is." He said looking at the ring, the one he had paid a significant amount of money to get shaped like a snowflake. the diamonds in Holly's favorite colors.

"Nyx, We're only in high school." Melody tried to explain to him as Nyx rolled his eyes.

"Aren't you forgetting that I'm two years older than you, cousin? I only have a semester left and Holly and I don't have to get married straight away. It could be a long engagement. What's a couple of years of waiting when we've been together since we were fourteen?"

"Are you sure that's what she wants for her future?" Melody asked. Now he was starting toi get her agiatation when people questioned her and Aria's relationship.

"I can't imagine my life without her in it." Nyx admitted. "And if she doesn't want this-If she doesn't want me for forever-"

"Then she's not the one." Melody stated, sadness in her gaze. "Have you felt the-"

"No. Not yet." He lied. He had felt the bond. Just not with Holly. The thought of it breaking his heart. But he refused to let go of his relationship with Holly without a true fight.

"Maybe one day you two will feel it. I wishb I could feel it too, from what I've heard it's magnificent." Melody mused.

"Maybe one day, it'll happen to you too." Nyx told her making Melody snort.

"If we were going based off my love life..doubtful."

"Hey, don't sell yourself short. You're only fifteen." Nyx reminded her.

"Hey. I'll be sixteen in four month thank you very much." She stated making Nyx roll his eyes.

“Which means you still have four months of being fifteen, don’t rush love, let it find you.” Nyx advised making Melody flower at him.

“Says the guy who’s about to propose to his girlfriend when mating bonds are a thing.”

Nyx tried not to let the affect her words had on him show on his face, he hated mating bonds, absolutely detested them. Sure he had seen plenty examples of how they could work out…mostly everyone he knew who had one seemed happy enough, but there had also been ones that didn’t work out as well. It was obvious to him that his was one of them. Because he couldn’t find a single reason why him and Iris were mates. Not that he had ever really allowed the chance to get to know her for fear of what it would do to his reputation at school and his relationship with his parents, but from the interactions they had had, they weren’t a good match.

“Well maybe I want to be more like Aunt Mor. Her and Aunt Emerie don’t have a mating bond and they’re their happiest with each other so-“

Melody reclined back in her seat putting her feet up.

“Whatever you say cousin. Just-don’t blow things out of proportion if she says no. Maybe marriage isn’t her ideal plan for life right now.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Nyx promised as Melody gave him a smile.

“Are you going to tell your mom?” She asked picking at a loose thread in the seats.

“I plan on doing it before I propose to Holly, just to give her a heads up, but I have a feeling she won’t mind.”

Melody arched an eyebrow at him. “You don’t think your mom would have an objection to you getting married so young when you don’t even have a mating bond with Holly?”

“Well marrying Holly is apart of my plans for the future and it will strengthen our alliance with the Winter Court of one of us is married to one of the royal family.”

“So this is political strategy? Not about your love for your girlfriend?” Melody inquired.

“Can’t it be about both?” Nyx asked as Melody let our an aggravated sigh.

“It depends. Is Holly going to see it the same way?”

“I see both of us benefiting from it mutually.”

Melody rolled her eyes digging through her pack and pulling out her sketchbook.

“Whatever, Mr. future High Lord of the Night Court, just don’t be surprised if your five year plan turns put to be a failure because you tempted the fate determined for you by the mother.”

“Whatever, Future High Lady of the Dusk Court, enjoy sketching your ninth apology drawing to Aria.”

Melody flipped him off, picking up a pencil from her bag and resuming whatever she had been drawing before. As far as artistic talents had gone, Nyx hadn’t had such an artistic skill like his mother, rather he inherited his fathers love for astrology. Making dates with Holly extra special when he pointed out that all the constellations in the skies above whispering to her how they were written in the stars, before he had figured who the stars truly had aligned him with. Nyx gritted his teeth. Sometimes the stars could be so cruel.

“Was there something else that was bothering you?” He asked as Melody continued her sketch dutifully ignoring him. He had struck a nerve.

“Listen I didn’t mean to pry in your love life, and neither did the others. We’re just concerned is all.”

“Well maybe you all should focus on your love lives and keep mine out of it.” Melody snapped, her face reminding Nyx of when his Aunt Nesta was mad.

“I just asked if there was something else bothering you. Besides the Aria thing that is.”

“You mean besides you being a total prick to my roommate? Not really. Oh except that I had another run in with Harper.”

Nyx straightened, “Gods, she’s just as bad as-“

“If you say Iris I’m throwing this pencil at your head.” Melody snapped, making Nyx keep his mouth shut.

“You have to be careful with Harper, Melody. She’s the kind of trouble you don’t want.”

“Why do you say that? Because she’s from the Court of Nightmares?”

“That should be the top reason that you stay away from her. Do you know how much people from the Court of Nightmares hate us? Or more specifically hate me or my parents.”

“I mean I can imagine it’s a lot considering the circumstances, but you also forget that they hate me as much as they hate you. So I don’t think you have to worry about Harper capturing my heart. There are so many other options if I get broken up with.”

“Oh yeah. Like who?”

Melody shrugged. “Like you said I have plenty of time to work it out. Now let me concentrate.”

“Fine. Have it your way.” Nyx said leaning back and resting his head against the window. Perhaps he would catch a quick nap before they arrived at the Winter Court.

He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath as Nyx drifted off to sleep.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Cassian asked as Nesta picked her head out of the bucket she had been throwing up in during the journey. Annoyed with the fact that her body had chosen solstice week to get sick on her.

Nesta spat in the bucket, the smells now coming from the carriage making her feel ill again.

“How much longer until we’re there?” Nesta asked, her stomach still turning. She hadn’t been this sick this morning and the more they traveled and hit a few bumps on the road, the more sick she had gotten.

“We still have an hour or two. Maybe you should rest when we get there. I’m sure Feyre and the others will understand if you’ve been throwing up for a couple of hours. “

Nesta groaned, the mere mention of it wanting to make her do it again. “Maybe you’re right. It’ll be too late to see the doctor there anyway and maybe a nap will do me some good.”

Cassian kisses her forehead, shocked that it didn’t feel feverish as he took the bucket from her and tossed what she had retched up outside. He had seen his mate this sick before, but not for a good long while. Nesta rarely got sick, but when she did…

“This sucks….” Nesta sighed leaning her head against the cold window and pressing a hand to her stomach. “I wanted to spend as much time with our daughter as I could while we’re here.”

“She knows you’re not feeling well mate, and if you want I’ll have her stop by and visit later tonight. Maybe you can do those spa things you used to do when she was younger.”

Nesta smiled fondly at the thought, “If we’re both up for it.”

“I’ll ask her tonight, but you have to rest, Mate.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder snuggling closer to him.

“Will you at least bring me some of that delicious dinner that everyone is going to rave about tonight?”

“Of course.” Cassian smiled pressing a kiss to his Mate’s forehead as he let her sleep the rest of the way.

Nyx stepped out of the carriage stretching out his legs and wings as Melody bundled up looking towards the carriage with her mother and father. Her father helping her mother out of the carriage, her face looking pale. Melody stiffened, a glow coming to her skin, the call of her healing power. Nyx looked towards her before looking over to the carriage that Holly and Jax was in, Jax hoping out and stomping towards the winter palace, Holly's face looking pained and full of regret before her eyes found Nyx's plastering her smile on her face again. He wondered why she hid her pain from him? She usually never did, but this time-

Nyx sighed turning towards Melody to get her attention, he had to talk to Holly in private.

"Go ahead and talk to your parents. I need to talk to Holly before I find my parents anyway." Nyx suggested.

"Okay. I'll see you later. Let me know how everything goes with her tonight if I don't see you again today."

Nyx smiled. "Thanks, cousin. I'll see you later."

Melody walked over to her parents, helping her father take her mother in as Nyx turned to Holly who was now approaching him. And even though he knew she was hiding behind her smile, Nyx didn't break her illusion and only smiled back.

"I've forgotten how cold it is here." Nyx told her as she finally approached him, her soft laugh pulling at the strings of his heart. Her laugh as whimsical as the snow surrounding them, clinging to the curled strands of his hair, the snowflakes dissolving in his hair while they clung to hers as if it were a second skin. She pulled him close, their breaths mingling in the snow.

"It's just because you're not used to it. Did you want me to warm you up?" She asked looking up at him through lowered lashes.

"Maybe later, but for right now I think we should go say hi to your parents. I'm a gentlemen first and foremost." Nyx said to her making her roll her eyes at him as she kissed the tip of his nose and grabbed his hands, hers were ice cold like they usually were.

"We may have to get you gloves when we're here." Holly stated as they made their way inside, the palace looking as glamorous as when he had been a small child. It had been a while since he had been back to the Winter Court and Holly had vowed that they would make the most of it when they were here. He just hoped they could sneak out for some time away. The ring he had stashed in his coat pocket suddenly feeling heavy.

"We can get them tonight when I take you out to our favorite place."

Holly froze, turning to Nyx and looking at him with wide eyes. "You didn't."

Nyx grinned at her, taking back her hand, liking the feel of her hand in his. "I may have rented out the ice rink for just the two of us."

"Oh. This is such a sweet surprise." Holly gushed throwing her arms around him and hugging him, holding him close as Nyx rested his chin on top of her head.

"Anything for my ice princes."

Holly laughed as the wind swirled around them at the sound. "Come on, Prince of darkness. Let's get inside."

Melody, his aunt, and his uncle were no where in sight when Nyx entered the castle, his eyes glancing around to see if he could at least spot his mother. He had no such luck as Holly and him traveled through the corridors hand in hand until finally they bumped into her father in the main dining area with his Aunt Elain and Uncle Lucien.

His Aunt Elain spotted him first, her face aglow bathed in the soft daylight before crossing the space between them and pulling Nyx into a tight hug. Nyx jerking back slightly at what he scented.

“Aunt Elain-Are you-“ Nyx asked, his mouth agape as his Aunt pressed a finger to her lips and nodded.

“Mum is the word for right now Nyx. Your other Aunt Nesta has no idea and I’d like to surprise her when she comes.” Elain glanced passed him frowning slightly.

“She-didnt have a good trip here.” Nyx told her. “Melody and Uncle Cass took her to one of the rooms to rest.”

Elain’s frown deepened as she looked over to Lucien and then back to Nyx.

“There must be something in the air then, your father said your mother didn’t handle the trip down here well either.”

Nyx stiffened slightly. “Do you know where she-?”

“She was fine this morning.” Elain assured him, her hand gesturing towards Kallias’s entertainment room.

“Her and Vivianne are painting in the next room if you two want to say hi.”

“And my father?” Nyx asked.

“Went into town with Azriel, Issac, and Kate. He’ll be back tonight for dinner however. “

Nyx nodded feeling somewhat disappointed that his father had not been here to greet him, he turned to Holly,placing a hand on her upper back.

“I’m going to talk to my mother. I’ll see you at dinner?” Nyx asked as Holly smiled faintly.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” She promised as Nyx went to go greet his mom hoping that his announcement would go over well as he took one last glance at Holly, his hand going back to the ring to ensure it was there. To ensure some part of his future was there. Before he left to go see The High Lady of the Night Court.

Warm light flowed through Melody, the surface of her aura tinged with the faintest red from her sorry for her mother. She let go of her mother’s hand but she still seemed pale, her father’s hand going to her forehead.

“She doesn’t feel feverish.” Her father remarked as her mother waved them both away.

“I’ll be fine. I’m sure it’s nothing a bit of rest can’t fix.” Her Blue-Gray eyes locked with Melody’s hazel blue ones, Her body propped against a pillow so she could sit up straight. A bucket beside her that she had already puked in twice. She couldn’t even keep food down at this point.

“But I would love to hear about what’s going kn with my sweet baby girl.” Her mother stated as Melody grabbed a pillow laying it in her lap. She didn’t have a lot to do until the dinner, but she also wanted her mom to rest.

“Well, I’m doing pretty well with my grades and my art teacher says I have a good eye for sketching and even wants me to put my work out there, so I’m excited for that.” Melody told them trying her best to avoid the girlfriend subject.

She had told her parents at the age of thirteen that she was only interested in females , and no matter how supportive they always had been of her preferences, she still didn’t feel comfortable talking to them about her love life. That was the type of thing she had always kept private. No matter how much her parents tried to pry.

“That’s amazing, sweetheart.” Her dad smiled. Placing his hand in her mother’s. “How are your other classes coming along?”

“If you mean my training sessions, I’m still getting my ass kicked by a few of my upper classmates, but I have no doubt that I’ll catch up sooner or later.” Melody assured him.

“And your girlfriend, how is she?” Her mother asked as Melody avoided her grimace. She could never keep this game away from her mother.

“Still one of the best people I’ve ever met.” Melody told her, omitting the fact that they had gotten into a fight earlier that day. She didn’t want her mother to worry if Melody herself probably had nothing to worry about. She would go to Aria after solstice and fix everything, she just had to get through these next few days first.

“Well as long as she treats my beautiful song right, I have no problems with her.” Her mother smiled as Melody begged her dad to change the subject.

“So do you think we’ll meet her anytime soon?” Her father asked. Sometimes he was not good at understanding her feelings.

“She wasn’t ready to today, but maybe she’ll come around to the idea during starfall or my birthday.” Melody told them. They both seemed to accept this answer not prying further than that.

“How are things with you and Iris?” Her father asked.

“They’re amazing. She is the best roommate ever. She’s even asked me to help her with her performance for the end of the year talent show.”

This seemed to excite her mother, as she took a deep breath before sitting up and a couple after to let the nausea she was probably feeling subside. Her father grabbing the bucket just in case.

“So, what will you two be doing?” Her mother asked, her hands going to her cornet braid letting her hair tumble down to her waist. Melody was almost envious at how at ease her mother did her braids, but Melody knew it was something she would probably get with more practice. Just like with her combat training, drawing, and dancing.

“She’s going to play the violin while I dance, she also told me she may get one of her other friends to play piano as well.”

“It sounds like a blast.” Her mother said leaning back against the pillows. Her face looking flushed.

“Perhaps we should leave your mother to rest.” Her father suggested as Melody nodded.

“I’ll see you later mom.” Melody told her. Pressing a kiss to her mother’s forehead.

“I’ll see you later, my beautiful song, have fun with your father and cousins.”

“I will. I’ll come by to check on you later. I love you.”

“I love you, too. My beautiful song.”

Melody waved to her mother as her father pressed a kiss to her mother's forehead before they both left the room to let her mother rest.

"Do you think she'll be alright?" Melody asked him when they were out of earshot. Her mother had amazingly impressive hearing.

"She doesn't have a fever and the only symptoms she has are nausea and fatigue, so I think sleep is exactly what she needs."

"But you'll talk to the doctor here, just in case?"

"Of course, I'm heading over there now to see if they have anything that can help your mother with her nausea."

"Did you want me to come with you?" She asked not sure what to do with her time next.

"I'll be alright, sweetheart. You should go catch up with everyone, and I'll see you for dinner."

"Okay." She told him giving him a quick hug before he headed off in the other direction and Melody headed to go find her other cousin to see what she was up to.

The winter sunlight streamed through the windows as Nyx entered the patio where his mother and The High Lady of the Winter Court were laughing, his mother sitting on a stool, taking a paint brush to a canvas that Vivianne must have set up for her, her clothes smudged in paint.

"Well, we were wondering when you were going to show up." Viviane stated rising up from her stool as his mother turned rising to greet him.

"You're here! Oh baby boy." His mother smiled at him, walking towards him as she embraced him.

"Hey mom. It's nice to see you again."

"It's crazy how we live in the city, but I rarely see my son." His mother told Vivanne as she sat back down on the stool.

"I take it that might have something to do with him spending all his time with my daughter." Viviane smiled looking between the two of them. "Speaking of which, I should probably go greet her before she wants to spend all her time with her boyfriend and friends for the next three days. I'll leave you two alone to talk."

His mother waved her off as Nyx waited until Viviane had shut the door to talk to his mother, he sat down taking a deep breath as his mother's eyes, his eyes, rested upon him.

"Now tell me what's on your mind." She instructed him making his brow lift up.

"How do you know I have something on my mind?" He asked her. She gave him a soft laugh.

"I'm your mother. It's kind of an intuition thing. Now tell me what's on your mind."

He fumbled in his pocket grabbing the box that contained the ring inside as he handed it to his mother, making her look at him in confusion.

"Open it." He told her as she opened the ring making a gasping sound.

"Nyx..." She started not sounding too thrilled about it after the initial shock wore off.

"Before you say anything mom, I know that we're young, but I've thought this through. It's not just an impulsive thing I'm doing because I'm a teenager."

"That's the thing Nyx, you two are still teenagers." She told him.

"We're not much older than you were when you met my father." He reminded her making her sit straighter.

"That was different, your father and I were mates."

Nyx flinched slightly at the word, rather than his mother's thoughts about his plans to propose to Holly, but he knew she would be hesitant. And he didn't really blame her. He was her only child, just like Melody was his Aunt Nesta's only child. Only Melody didn't feel the same amount of pressure that Nyx did. She didn't have to live up to the expectations of her perfect parents.

"How do you know Holly and I are not? You and Viviane have been planning this arrangement ever since you found out you were pregnant together."

"That was just talk between mothers Nyx. But that doesn't mean you have to feel pressure to follow it through. You two don't even have a mating bond or at least I don't think you do, because you two would tell us if you did. It doesn't mean that you won't be her mate-but I think it's for the best if the bond doesn't snap into place until your older."

"What if she's not my mate? What if I want to marry her so the person I love will be my choice?" Nyx asked her.

"You can choose whether or not to reject the bond Nyx. Sure, the other person in the mateship can do that too, but ultimately you have a choice as well, but what if you marry Holly and then your mate comes along and they're your perfect match?"

Nyx thought back to his moments with Iris, none of them good, as he grimaced pulling himself back into this current conversation.

"She's already perfect for me mother. And I want to ask her to marry me tonight. I've noted your disapproval, but this is my choice."

His mother sighed grasping his hands and putting the box back inside them. "And I can't stop you from making it. You're only a couple months from turning eighteen and if you want to marry Holly that's your choice. I just don't want you to look back on this moment in your life and regret it."

"I won't." He promised her as his mother grabbed her easel.

"There's something else I need to discuss with you. Something important, it's why I asked Viviane to leave us alone before you came in."

Nyx gave his full attention to his mother, knowing that whatever it was, it had to be important if she didn't want an audience when he arrived.

"I wasn't sure how to tell you this, because you're older now, but I wanted you to be one of the first ones to know." She took a deep steady breath looking into his eyes. "You're going to be a big brother."

Nyx straightened, a rush of joy going through him as he hugged his mother. "Oh my God, mom. This is amazing. I always wanted a sibling who I can show the ropes too. But it is kind of interesting how you and Aunt Elain got pregnant at the same time."

His mother shrugged giving him a slight laugh before running her hand over her abdomen.

"Do you know how far along you are?" He asked as his mother pondered this.

"Madja said about ten weeks at most. This one kind of snuck up on me and your father."

"I guess Aunt Nes is going to have two huge surprises when she wakes up." Nyx told her making his mother's face change to concern.

"What's wrong with your Aunt Nesta?"

"Her stomach didn't appreciate all the travel she did today, so she's resting right now. Uncle Cass said they'd try to make it for dinner, but he also said no promises."

"I understand. A sick mate is hard to leave the bedside for. Has he went to go get the Winter Court doctor?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't. You know how mates get." Nyx smiled as his mother laughed. "I really am happy for you, mom. You deserve all the happiness in the world."

"Thanks baby boy." She said holding him close.

"Hey, I may not be the baby boy of the family for long, you may have another son in there."

"You'll always be my baby boy no matter how old you get. Besides, you never know, you may have a sister growing in here too."

"I'd be happy either way." She smiled as Nyx grinned with his mother knowing that no matter what happened with Holly, Iris, and the others, he would at least have this moment to be excited for.

Cassian carried the tray of tea to the room where Nesta and him were staying, reading the pamphlet the healer had given him as he opened the door and shut the door with his foot. His mate still asleep as he sat beside her, setting the tray on the bedside table, touching her shoulder. Her eyes flew open, her hand going to her mouth as he reached for the bucket before she could get sick on the sheets.

"Thank you." Nesta said putting the bucket down as Cassian checked her head with the back of his hand. Still no fever.

"Is the nausea still there?"

Nesta nodded as Cassian gave her the tea, she looked at him in question.

"The healer gave me a tea that changes colors based off your symptoms and whatever color it turns will provide a diagnosis. They gave me a pamphlet with them."

"It's worth a shot." Nesta stated sipping on the tea, making a face as she did. "Is it supposed to taste so better?"

"The healer said it might taste bitter. But he did say you have to drink all of it to get a diagnosis."

Nesta gulped the tea as Cassian took her free hand waiting until she had drained it dry.

"At least it helped with the nausea." Nesta observed setting the cup down as Cassian looked into it noting the color as he looked through the pamphlet until he had found the color, not believing his eyes as Nesta stiffened.

"Cassian. What is it? Is it something-"

"No, Mate. It's-It's not bad." Cassian told her his voice trembling. "Let's just say you're not sick." He told her giving her a laugh of pure joy.

"What do you mean I'm not sick? I've been puking for more than a couple of days and-"

Cassian grabbed her hand, showing her the cup and the color it had changed.

"Nesta, you're not sick...You're pregnant." Cassian revealed making Nesta's eyes go wide, touching her stomach gently.

"I'm-I'm pregnant?"

"We're having another baby." Cassian laughed, embracing her as he covered her face in kisses making her laugh, tears streaming down her devastatingly beautiful face.

"We're having another baby." Nesta repeated as she looked back down at the cup seeming to notice something for the first time.

"Does that book say anything about tea leaf formations?" She asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Because the formation of the tea leaves just changed." She showed him as Cassian took a glance at it confused as he flipped to the color coded page that symbolized pregnancy skimming through it as shock once again stopped him dead in his tracks.

"What? What is it? Cassian whatever it is, you can tell me."

"According to the tea leaves-it-it means that you're not pregnant with one baby."

Nesta looked at him confused.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It-It means-that we're having twins."

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Nesta bulked at Cassian, her mouth agape as she tried to process what she had just heard. Twins? Had she really heard that after nearly a decade of trying to conceive one baby, they had managed to conceive two instead.

She almost didn’t believe it was real, wanted to think that the test had been mistaken. That there was no way she could be carrying twins until she concentrated, closing her eyes and inhaling her scent. And there it was, not just one, but two distinct scents. She had not noticed it before with all the chaos of the day. She could almost slap herself for not thinking that pregnancy was the reason for her nausea and vomiting. She didn’t even have an idea of how far along she was. Of when this had happened. Everything had been such a blur these past few weeks, between meetings and keeping everything at the Dusk Court in check, that Cassian had been giving her some extra special attention whenever they could squeeze it in. For all she knew it could have happened when they had been on that retreat, where they had made love day and night not able to keep their hands off of each other. if it was had happened then she would be around ten or elven weeks. It was definitely plausible.

“Nes.” Cassian breathed, his thumb stroking the left side of her cheek.

“They’re really there, Cassian-I’m-I’m really pregnant with twins. How is this-How is this even possible? From what I heard twins are genetic and I can’t recall any of my family members having twins.” She breathed, her hand going to her abdomen knowing that she couldn't feel them yet, but still resting it there to feel some reassurance.

“Do you think Koschei-“ Cassian started, but Nesta shook her head.

“I was apparently his only child.” Nesta confirmed before she glanced up at him, his face crumpling slightly.

“They didn’t run in my mother’s family, but they might have in-in the monster’s who sired me.”

Anguish spread through the bond as Nesta placed her hand on his squeezing it tightly,

“Cassian, listen to me. It doesn't matter whose side the genetic comes from, what matters is that after years of trying, we finally got pregnant, and the best part about it is that instead of one blessing, we get two. And even though I'm terrified of what this means, I'm also excited for this pregnancy. I'm ecstatic, and nervous, and so many other things, but most of all, I love that we're doing this together. But I think we need to do a few things first.

Cassian's smile grew as he leaned forward and kissed Nesta, long and deep, his hand going to her abdomen over her own hand, pressing his forehead to hers.

"We need to find a way to tell Melody." Cassian told her as Nesta looked down to where their hands met on their abdomen.

"I think I have the perfect idea."

Melody sighed throwing one of her dresses on the bed before flopping into it, her eyes flickering up to the ceiling as annoyance radiated through her. She was probably still annoyed that everyone was out doing their own thing, and she was still in her room.

"Is something bothering you, Little Songbird?" A voice asked as Melody sat up, jumping off the bed and smiling, rushing towards the voice.

"Aunt Mor!" She exclaimed giving her a hug as her aunt laughed and looked around the room.

"Oh my...Are we having a fashion crisis in here or something?" Mor asked sitting down on her bed and looking at the dresses she had hastily thrown on it.

"I'm trying to decide what I want to wear for solstice. I really want to go all out since it's been a while since we've all been together." Melody admitted to her as Mor looked through her choices.

"I mean I think they all look good, but I think I may have something else for you. Consider it your solstice present."

"Is this a present my mother will kill you over?" Melody asked her as they walked out of Melody's room heading towards hers and her Aunt Emerie's.

"I don't believe so, but just in case, it was your Aunt Emerie's idea."

Melody laughed, "You'd really blame Aunt Em?"

"No, but out of the two of us, your Aunt Emerie is a lot less likely to piss your mother off."

"Good point."

When they reached Mor’s room, she opened the door, her Aunt Emerie no where in sight as Mor turned around.

"She's at the village with the others. I was about to come get you to see if you wanted to come, but I have a feeling there was a reason you weren't already there."

Melody exhaled sitting on the soft bed, feeling like she was sitting on a fresh pile of snow.

"I guess I'm not really in the solstice mood at the moment." Melody admitted running her hand through her hair.

Mor sat down next to her on the bed, giving her her full attention.

"Do you want to tell your Aunt Mor what's bothering you? From what I've heard I can give some pretty solid advice."

"I-may have had a fight with my girlfriend before I came here."

"Do you want to tell me what it was about? Or avoid the situation in general?"

"It was just some stupid, petty argument and I think I just misread the situation and now it's going to blow up in my face and possibly be the end to my relationship."

"What was the fight about?"

"I wanted her to meet my parents and she wasn't ready."

"How long have you two been dating?" Mor asked.

"Only a month, but I really like her and I thought-"

"That she would be alright with meeting your parents after a month of dating?"

Now that her aunt had said it out loud, Melody could see that she had overreacted at first, but what Arianna had said after that-

"What else did she say, because I know if it was just her telling you that she wasn't ready then it wouldn't bother you this much."

Melody sighed looking up at the ceiling. " She said she wanted to make sure that we had the real thing before she met my parents and that-"

"That hurt you, because you think that you two do have the real thing and she's not there yet."

"I guess so. I'm not even sure how I feel about her. How do you even tell if what you have is the real thing especially amongst immortals who have mating bonds to at least give them some sort of clue."

"The mating bond doesn't always make people compatible, just like with everyone, they also have to do a lot of work to make their relationship work. God knows your parents had to go through a lot before they accepted their feelings for each other."

"So I've heard." Melody said. a small smile playing over her face. "But my parents story aside, I still don't know if Arianna and I-"

"Are the real thing?" Mor asked.

"Now I really feel like shit." Melody stated flopping onto the bed covering her face with her hands.

"You're not stupid Melody. You're a teenager trying to figure everything out, but it doesn't mean that your feeling aren't any less valid. Maybe when you return back to the school, talk to her. See where she's at, but until then-have fun. Hang out with your family, your problems will still be there after you come back."

"And if she breaks up with me?"

"Then there's plenty of fish in the sea." Mor answered. "Now that being said, I still have your solstice gift to give you."

Sitting up, Melody watched as Mor went over to her closet shifting through a few dresses she had bought until she had found exactly what she was looking for.

"Here we are!" Mor exclaimed laying what she had gotten Melody for solstice on the bed as Melody's eyes flickered up to her. "Go ahead and open it."

Melody gently unzipped the bag and gasped at the dress she saw inside of it.

“Aunt Mor I-I can’t accept this. It must have cost you a fortune.” Melody exclaimed as Mor took her hand.

“I had some money saved up. Besides when I saw it I was immediately reminded of you. And you did say that you were having a hard time finding a solstice outfit.”

Melody leaned down, hugging her Aunt Mor tight.

“Thanks Aunt Mor. This means a lot.”

“And your Aunt Emerie got something for you too.”

Melody pulled back. “Aunt Mor-“

“It’s been a while since we’ve all been together. So let us spoil you and your cousins.”

Melody nodded not willing to argue with her aunt as she handed her the small box and opened the lid. Nestled in there was a few blue butterfly clips that she could weave into her hair to match her dress.

“They’re beautiful.” She breathed.

“We thought you would like them.”

Melody hugged her Aunt Mor again.

“I love them. Thanks Aunt Mor, for everything.”

“Anytime you need me, little songbird.”

Nyx took a deep breath, making sure that every aspect of his outfit was perfect for that night as he checked for the ring in his pocket for the twelfth time that night.

“You got this, Archeron, you’re going to go out there and propose to the love of your life and after you graduate your life will begin.” Nyx told himself in the mirror, not letting his doubt get the best of him. He was about to repeat his mantra when a cool voice said from the door,

“Nervous?”

Nyx’s head snapped back to the entrance of his door to see his father leaning against the door jam. His violet eyes gazing at him as Nyx sighed,

“I take it mom told you and you’re here to try and stop me before I make a huge mistake?” Nyx questioned as his father strode in shutting the door behind him.

“Your mother did tell me of your plans, but I’m not here to stop you.”

Nyx’s eyes widened in surprise as his father sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him for Nyx to join him. Nyx obliged.

“You seem surprised by that.” His father spoke after a second as Nyx sighed.

“It’s just that I thought you would take mother’s stance on this.” Nyx admitted to him looking at the frost that was newly formed on the window panes.

“Oh, I still do, you’re far too young to be thinking about marriage, especially with Holly.”

“I thought you and mom adored Holly and thought she was good for me?”

“We do. We just don’t understand what the rush to marry her is. You’re only seventeen, you have centuries to figure out what you want. You don’t have to get married to someone straight off the bat just because you’re an heir to a court.”

“You and mom act like me and Holly haven’t been together for nearly five years. We’ve been dating longer than you and Kim knew each other before you two got mated. How is that any different?”

“Your mother and I-“

“Were mates. I get that, but you still only had the ceremony after less than two years of knowing each other. Holly and I have known each other since we were babies. It’s different. I can’t imagine my life without her in it.”

“Maybe that’s a bad thing.” His father suggested making Nyx’s eyes snap to his.

“What do you mean by that?

"Maybe basing your life on one person isn't always a good thing." His father said as Nyx scoffed.

"Don't you think that's a bit hypocritical?" He asked, fury radiating through him.

"Nyx-"

"No, dad, it's utter bullshit that you're saying this to me. Especially after the pact that you and mom have. All you two have ever done is center your life around each other." He snapped, his father's expression not faltering.

"You're also a big part of our lives Nyx and we would do anything for you-"

Nyx stood up feeling the stars guttering in his eyes. He needed some time to calm himself. Before he said something he regretted. He walked towards the door.

"Nyx! We're not done with this conversation!"

Nyx's hand rested on the door, exhaling a deep breath, before turning back to his father, his eyes, the eyes of his mother trained on him as his anger won out.

"If you really cared about me, you wouldn't have made that pact with mom to begin with."

His father stiffened, anger starting to show on his face. Good.

"Me making that deal with your mother has nothing to do with our love for you Nyx."

Nyx let out a bitter laugh,

"Really? It has nothing to do with me? Nothing at all." Another laugh escaped his throat, but he couldn't stop them from coming out. "Your death pact effects me way more than you and mom know. Why do you think that I have plans on marrying so young anyway?: Why do you think every single second of my life has been carefully curated to handle the Night Court just in case my parents do something reckless and get themselves killed? Why do you think I studied all the courts and politics from a young age so I can be a great leader? Why do you think that is? It's because you and mom never thought about how your stupid pact would affect me. It's because rather than one of you living on to be there for your children, both of you chose to avoid that grief and place it on us. Place it on me. Did both of you not understand how selfish you two were to make it? And now here you two are having yet another child-"

"Don't say another word." His dad growled, but Nyx pushed.

"Why? Because it's better to pretend that it's not there than to face the consequences of you making it? What's going to happen to this baby if you two die? Because I already know what's going to happen to me. I'm going to become a High Lord, possibly before I'm ready to. So I'm going to need allies, and connections, and to have a High Lady by my side who comes from this world, who the Night Court adores, so the burden you and mom left behind will be a lot easier. So I won't be alone."

"You won't be alone. You'll have your aunts and your uncles, and you'll have your newest sibling, and you two will take care of each other."

Nyx wrapped his hand around the knob again twisting it until the door was open, but spared another glance at his father, his anger still sharp as any blade.

"Yet another responsibility you and mom will no doubt lay in my lap, because you two were too selfish to think about the children you'd leave behind."

Nyx slammed the door shut swearing that he could hear his father's heart shattering on the other side as he fixed his jacket and made his way to meet Holly to secure the parts of his future he could.

Nesta ran her thumb over her abdomen laying on the bed as she waited for Cassian to come back from the Dusk Court. He had sought out Mor so he could have someone winnow him there promising that he wouldn't tell her about the babies until she was ready to. Nesta had thanked him before he left telling him that she didn't want to tell the others until they had told Melody that she was going to be a big sister. She knew exactly how to tell her. She just hoped that she would take the news well, especially considering the fact that she was getting two siblings instead of one.

The door opened as Cassian and Lukkius entered, Lukkius swiftly shutting the door as he walked over to Nesta, noticing the change in her scent.

"Now I can see what the sense of urgency was." Lukkius smiled. "Congratulations."

"Well let's just say it was definitely a surprise for both of us."

Lukkius placed a chair beside the bed readying his magic. "I can imagine, especially considering the fact that you just found out that you're having twins. They're very uncommon amongst the fae. I've only heard of a few families having them."