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_________Rhysand's_____POV_________
It's been a while sense the big war. By a while I mean 5 years. It's weird, but thanks to Ferye I have been counting time like a human would.
This meeting with Mor's father is gonna be tough I refuse to speak his name, or even think it. He is not even her real father, he just adopted her. Not that I'm mad, I am glad that she became my cousin. And you would think that her biological parents would have tried to claim her sense she has done great things.
Maybe they are dead.
"What are you thinking about Rhys" A voice in my head said. Feyre.
"I desperately don't want to do this catch up thing. I know i have to check but I don't want to"
" We already there you big Illyrain baby."
I did a playful pout and I could hear feyres laugh. It makes me smile every time I hear it.
I am making my way to my throne room in the mountain, putting on my mask. I entered the room gracefully, Letting them feel my power. Everyone stopped what they were doing and bowed. I sat at the throne, ferye at my side. I signaled everyone to rise and men started to come to me with the information I desired, but not really. I could barely care what happened to these men.
A circle of fire started to appear in the center of the room on the ceiling. Immediately I stood up.
"Rhys, what is happening?"
"I don't know, stay down and stay calm."
In the corner of my eye, I see azriel learning in the shadows. Mor still siting, eyes fixed on the fire. Cassian is standing with me, ready to attack.
An iron coffin with Chains of iron around it, leaking with blood now on the floor. But it's the smell that trouble me. Mor even more.
Everyone was still. Then mor started to sprint to the coffin. Trying to break the chains.
"EVERYONE! GO TO YOUR ROOMS AND DONT COME OUT UNTIL I OUR ANOTHER ONE OF MY COURT TELLS YOU TOO!" I yelled, everyone except my court started to shuffle out.
Ferye was wide eyed, I know she could smell it too. The similar smell of whoever is in there and Mor.
Mor broke the chains and opened the coffin, I walked up to her as she brought out a dead looking human girl.
"We need a medic." She faintly whispered, "I NEED A MEDIC!" She yelled.
Feyre was straight by her side.
"Cassian please go get a room set up for this girl, azriel please go get more medics"
Without a word from both of them they left.
"She safe to move?"
"I don't know," mor said, "I think I may be hurting her." Mor paused for a moment while looking at the girl. " She smells like she would be my sister, but why does she look human?"
"I don't know." Feyre said, " let me try to heal her a bit."
" yeah yeah." Mor started to mumble, "Does she need to be in there coffin, or the floor? Should I still hold her?"
"Keep holding her, I am going to try to heal the places that we are most likely to need to touch to carry her."
"Ok, ok, ok."
I never seen Mor in this much agony before. Cassian just winnowed and stated, "the room is ready for her."
"Let's wait till the medics get here."Just then, a bunch of healers rushed in and headed towards Mor and feyre.
"Do you want us to move her to her room, or should she be in the coffin or-"
"Relax Mor, I think we should move her to the room Cassian got her and heal her there.
"Ok, where is the room"
"It's you old room Mor."
Then she winnowed to her room, everybody else followed.