𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎(𝙰𝙲𝙾𝚃𝙰𝚁)

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖎𝖝𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

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song of the chapter: marry the night by lady gaga

"im gonna marry the night"

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"It went well, I take it," Amren said when we arrived home. She and Eve had stayed behind, along with Eve's youngest daughter, Johanna.

       Cassian gave her a look, and trailed after Rhys. Rhys sat on the rim of the fountain, forearms braced on his knees, staring at the moss-flecked flagstone between his feet.

"If you're out here to brood, Rhys," Amren said from her perch on a little bench, "then just say so and let me go back to my work."

"The humans wish for proof of our good intentions. That we can be trusted."

"Feyre wasn't enough?" Eve challenged, raising an eyebrow.

"She is more than enough," Rhys said with that deadly calm. "They're fools. Worse—frightened fools."

     He studied the ground again, as if the dried moss and stone made up some patter no one but him could see.

"We could depose them," Cassian suggested. "Get newer, smarter queens on their thrones. Who might be willing to bargain."

      Rhys shook his head. "One, it'd take too long. We dont have that time. I thought of the past few wasted weeks, how hard Azriel had tried to get into those courts. If even his shadows and spies could not breach their inner workings, then I doubted an assassin would."

      The confirming shake of the head Azriel gave Cassian said as much.

"Two," Rhys continued, "who knows if that would somehow impact the magic of their half of the Book. It must be given freely. Its possible the magic is strong enough to see our scheming." He sucked on his teeth. "We are stuck with them."

"We could try again," I said.

"Let me speak to them," Mor suggested. "let me go to their palace—"

"No," Azriel said. Mor raised her brows, and a faint color stained Azriels tan face. But his features were set, his hazel eyes solid. "You're not setting foot in that human realm."

"I fought in the War, you will do well to remember—"

"No," Azriel said again, refusing to break her stare. His shifting wings rasped against the back of his chair. "They would string you up and make an example of you."

"They'd have to catch me first."

"That palace is a death trap for our kind," Azriel countered, his voice low and rough. "Built by Fae hands to protect the humans from us. You set foot inside it, Mor, and you wont walk out again. Why do you think we've had such trouble getting a foothold in there?"

"If going into their territory isnt an option," Feyre cut in before Mor could say whatever the temper limning her features hissed at her to retort and surely wound the shadowsinger more than she intended. "What proof can be offered?" Rhys lifted his head. "Who is—who is this Miryam? Who was she to Jurian, and who was that prince you spoke of—Drakon? Perhaps we  perhaps they could be used as proof."

      The heat died from Mors eyes as she shifted a foot against the moss and flagstone.

      But Rhys interlocked his fingers in the space between his knees before he said, "Five hundred years ago, in the years leading up to the War, there was a Fae kingdom in the southern part of the continent. It was a realm of sand surrounding a lush river delta. The Black Land. There was no crueler place to be born a human—for no humans were born free. They were all of them slaves, forced to build great temples and palaces for the High Fae who ruled. There was no escape; no chance of having their freedom purchased. And the queen of the Black Land."