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A Court of Thorns and Roses Mini Fic

this is how I imagine the batboys eating together everyday before UTM happened.

Summary: Set before A court of thorns and roses and UTM. Rhys struggles with the idea of a someday mate and has breakfast with 2 Illyrian warriors.

I think about it more than I should. I wonder what life would be like, if I ever found my mate. Would she want a traditional mating ceremony? Or just friends and family? Would she like the company I keep? Would she even want to be mated to me?

I always have said, even from a young age, that whether she be my wife,mate, or both, she would be High Lady if I was to become the heir. My father never liked the idea, said it has always been consort, said that it was what our ancestors chose, so it would remain that way. I never had an argument to hold against that, so I buried that notion deep, contending against my father was a death sentence. Everyone in Prythian knew that, knew what happened when they messed with the High Lord of the Night Court.

Now I am the High Lord, and especially since my father is not here to object, there will be a High Lady, if she is ok with the responsibilities that will come with the title.

I get these visions sometimes, not even really visions, just fragments of an image. At first I thought it was of Velaris, the stars that so closely resembled the stars I see every night before sleep. But the closer I looked, I noticed they looked less like a picture of the stars, but a painting of them. I see slender and practiced hands, painting on to a canvas with simple paints, each stroke of the brush a deep breath out as I continue to watch through my mind.

Other times I see a beautiful woodland, one that looks nothing like the woods I have seen in Prythain. It’s got this quality about it, something I can’t explain. I’m almost drawn to it.

I wonder if she is from Prythian,or Hybern, or any sister continent. A part of me knows none of these are true. Where else could she be? I know the answer:

𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌.

But a Human and Fae? That hasn’t happened for years. A Hybern solider, in the War fell in love with its opposing human leader. Jurian betrayed Clythia, as all Fae knew he would,humans were not to be trusted. After Clythia was killed, her sister Amarantha, was furious. She killed Jurian and all his human army, but kept his eye and finger, wears it as a ring, so he may live on, inside that ring, forever watching the Fae he hates.

Their story is one that is told to all Fae youth, a story to remind our kids that humans are to not be trusted, all are vermin. But what if my mate is human? Could I move past it? Could she move past her quarells with us?

“Dreaming of a girl, Rhys?” My brothers voice pulls me from thought.

“Nah, dreaming of all the ways I’m going to destroy you tomorrow.” I quip back. Tomorrow marks our annual snowball fight at my mothers cabin in Windhaven. Something we started as kids and have continued yearly. Azriel has been the reigning champion for 10 years but Cassian and I have been plotting our victory for nearly 8 months now.

“You know I always win,” Az responds, no doubt planning our collective demise.

“Don’t be so cocky brother. After all, that is what lost Rhysie here his victory 11 years ago.” Cassian entered the dining room, plate full of breakfast from all over Prythian, his new favorite way to start the day. Aside from admiring himself in the mirror that is.

These guys sitting to the right and left of me are the most feared Illyrians in history. These guys who have to wear seven Siphons each just to contain the power they hold, the guys who have saved my life on more than on occasion. These guys, —and Mor, who could forget her?— are my family. They will never be able to be replaced, ever. I would cleave this world in two before I allowed anything to harm them.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Az chuckles, “ I don’t plan on developing a boulder sized ego,” A look in my direction from both.

Cassian throws his head back in a laugh only Cass could ever replicate. The laughter is contagious, as always. The three of us sound a chorus of laughter that I’m certain bubbles all the way up to the Mother.

“Haha.Very Funny.” I said, feigning annoyance at my brothers words. Cass only sat down, still giggling like a toddler, grinning ear to ear. You would never know the Illyrian brutes often seen in public even have a funny bone in their body. We have all been taught the mask. The one we wear in throne rooms and stores. The one that is cold, unfeeling. The one everybody else expects us to wear. The Night Court. Court of Nightmares. The two are synonymous to everybody not in Velaris. For Velaris. Its safety. That is the only thing that matters.

Smirking, I leave Cass to his meal made for three horses. Az already left, no doubt checking in on the Illyrian armies for me. I never have to ask him, he just does it. I would never blame him if he never wanted to set foot in an Illyrian territory again. Cauldron knows he has suffered to much at those camps.

Shaking my head and letting my wings out to play, I leave the House of Wind and soar over this city that so unexpectedly became mine to rule.

[acotar-fanns]

Elain and Azriel are happening in Acotar 6. You can’t convince me otherwise. There interactions in all 5 books point to it. Rhys didn’t want Elriel to happen because Elain has yet to reject the bond, he knew Lucien would try something if that happened before she rejected the bond. She practically already has and personally I think all 3 sisters finding and ending up with their mates is even more far fetched than 3 brothers x 3 sisters considering mating bonds are supposed to be extremely rare.

Say what you want but SJM didnt write her characters the same in Acosf because it was from Nestas perspective most of the book. Nesta has different opinions on the IC and Rhys because she is not Feyre and she has had different experiences and interactions with them. To her, these are the people who turned her life upside down and then, once she finally found her place in this new world, they took that from her. Yes I know that she was spiraling downward but she was content with allowing herself to drown in this sorrow. To her, these people forced her out of her comfort zone before she was ready. These people forced her to look at her life, the exact thing she was scared to do because she was scared at what she might find. Although them doing that eventually ended in a good light, shes Nesta and Nesta hold grudges, she still can’t forget that even if these people aren’t the ones responsible for turning her and her sister Fae, she grew up hating these people, she can’t just forget about that.

Also, Rhys did treat Nesta a tad bit harshly but from his POV, Nesta let her youngest sister take care of them while she just sat back, hating everyone and everything. To him, this person didn’t step up and take care of the family and let his mate almost die. This is the older sister who after all these years, has the audacity to hold a grudge against Feyre, when all she has ever done was step up and provide for the family when no one else did. Yes, he did treat Nesta and Elain differently. In his mind, it was Nesta’s responsibility to step up, not Elains. All he sees in Nesta is what could have happened to him if he never provided and pulled through his own shit to help his sister and his mother. Nesta is what he could have been. He looks at Nesta and sees his mates death because thats what could have happened.

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