Darkness in Terresen

Chapter 6

-Rhysand's POV-

Her screams filled my head after only ten minutes of my family discussing what could have happened, I grabbed onto that tether and winnowed to the source, dragging Mor, Cassian, Azriel and Amren with me.

We appeared in a palace garden, a spring breeze rushed past us and at first, I thought we were at Tamlin's manor. Then I saw the people around us, a fae woman was knelt in the grass, Feyre's limp body in her arms.

The sight of it made me roar, I rushed towards her, not caring about anyone or anything other than my mate. I pushed the woman away and cradled Feyre in my lap. Murmuring her name and pulling on the bond. My inner circle watched in mute horror. The woman I had shoved said my name and I tore my gaze away from Feyre to look at her.

"Your name is Rhysand, isn't it?" She looked worried but somehow still calm.

"What business is it of yours?" Mor spoke for me.

She didn't get to answer, Amren squealed, actually squealed, as she beheld a woman in a blood read cloak with white flowing hair and burnt gold eyes.

"Amren." I snapped at her.

"This place is safe, these people can be trusted, they didn't do this to Feyre."

Her words surprised me; she was the least trusting person I knew.

"And how, exactly, do you know this, you don't know us." The golden-haired woman who had been holding Feyre snapped back at her.

"But I do know you, and you know me, not in this body though, tell me, how long has it been since Erawan's demise? Because for me, it has been almost six thousand years."

The golden-haired woman looked shocked. "Nine months, it has only been nine months." she whispered.

"What the rutting hell happened to Feyre." I snarled, drawing their attention back to me.

"I don't know, she screamed, out of the blue, clawing at her head, she begged Yrene to knock her out, but she couldn't, Rowan took her air."

The golden woman gestured to a human stood next to a man with a baby, Yrene, Rowan was stood next to her, he looked pained.

I looked back down at my unconscious mate.

"She's telling the truth" Mor must have used her power to tell, not that I felt it.

"What part of you can trust them do you not get" Amren snapped.

Yrene stepped forwards, just one step, drawing my attention to her.

"Something is in her mind, something I have never seen before and believe me, I have seen a lot. It tried to take her over, I could feel it, she sectioned it off within black stone, but she couldn't get it out. Her only solution was to remove herself as a threat."

I took in the words, processed them then.

"Can I get it out?" The words were out of my mouth before I had even finished the thought.

The golden-haired woman walked towards me and Feyre, completely unfazed by the two Illyrian worriers guarding us.

"Aelin." The male, Rowan, warned.

"Buzz off." Was her only reply.

Aelin stopped in front of me.

"We should go inside, lay Feyre down somewhere where she will be comfortable. I need to show you something."

She turned to Amren.

"Who are you? It is obvious you know us, and that we used to know you, but not in this body."

"Feyre is more important, I have waited six thousand years to see you again, I can wait another day."

I stood up, Feyre in my arms, her wings making carrying her a little more difficult.

Aelin led us inside.

-Amren's POV-

I couldn't believe it when we landed in Terresen, then I saw Manon, I couldn't stop the squeal that escaped me, but I could catch up with them all after, Feyre needed help.

"Amren" Rhys shot me a sideways look "What aren't you telling me?"

"Not now!" I snapped back.

Aelin led us to a bedroom and Rhys lay Feyre down on the bed, carefully positioning her wings so they weren't crushed.

"Amren, I believe introductions are in order." Rhys scanned the group gathered and I almost grinned but held back.

"Aelin Ashvyer Galathynius, Queen of Terresen, or at least, I'm assuming that you are, I never did get to see your coronation."

"Rowan Whitehorn, King of Terresen."

"Fenrys, blood sworn to Aelin."

"Yrene Towers Westfall you have met, she's a healer."

"Her husband Chaol Westfall, hand to the King of Adarlan."

"Dorian Hallivard, the King of Adarlan."

"Lorcan, blood sworn to Aelin and a real prick."

"Lysandra, do you have lands now, you sort of did when I last saw you."

"Elide, Lady of Perrenth."

"And Manon, Queen of the Crochan Witches, and my cousin."

-Manon's POV-

"And my cousin."

The words shook me, I stared at the woman before me, her quicksilver eyes bright as she stared back.

"Asterin." The word was barely more than a whisper, she just nodded.

"You died."

"Yes."

"But you're here."

"Yes."

"How?"

It was all I could think to say.

"That is a very long story and one that I will tell after Feyre wakes up."

My eyes slid to Rhysand, everyone's did.

"I need a little more information, I don't want to hurt her, Aelin, what did you want to show me?"