At some point in the books did you feel a lot of anger from Nesta or any of the persongens? What do you think Nestha thinks about IC? I particularly do not think she does not like them, just does not feel comfortable with them. Good morning ❤
I would agree, I do not think that Nesta does not like them. I would rather say that she does not trust them. First of all, when Nesta was just a child, she was told about monsters and cunning, cruel, terrible faeries living behind the wall, on the mysterious lands of Prythian. She did not know about Amarantha or the King Hybern, but she knew about the blessed children, who were obsessed with faeries and worshiped them as the living Gods. And I fell in love with Nesta after reading this scene in the first chapters, when I saw her fire, her resistance to fate, her desire to be free.
“The young woman’s unbound dark hair gleamed in the morning light, and her clean, fresh face glowed as she smiled prettily. There were five other acolytes behind her, young men and women both, their hair long, uncut—all scanning the market beyond for young folk to pester.
“It would take but a minute,” the woman said, stepping into Nesta’s path.
It was impressive—truly impressive—to see Nesta go ramrod straight, to square her shoulders and look down her nose at the young acolyte, a queen without a throne.
“Go spew your fanatic nonsense to some ninny. You’ll find no converts here.”
The girl shrank back, a shadow flickering in her brown eyes. I reined in my wince. Perhaps not the best way to deal with them, since they could become a true nuisance if agitated—
Nesta lifted a hand, pushing down the sleeve of her coat to show the iron bracelet there. The same one Elain wore; they’d bought matching adornments years ago. The acolyte gasped, eyes wide.
“You see this?” Nesta hissed, taking a step forward. The acolyte retreated a step.
“This is what you should be wearing. Not some silver bells to attract those faerie monsters.”
“How dare you wear that vile affront to our immortal friends—”
“Go preach in another town,” Nesta spat”.
This scene shows her will, her strong character, her desire to protect. And by the way, even in the very first chapters Nesta was trying to protect Feyre.
“Then a slender hand clamped onto my forearm, dragging me away. I knew it was Nesta before I even looked at her.
“They’re dangerous,” Nesta hissed, her fingers digging into my arm as she continued to pull me from the mercenary. “Don’t go near them again.”
I stared at her for a moment, then at Elain, whose face had gone pale and tight.
“Is there something I need to know?” I asked quietly. I couldn’t remember the last time Nesta had tried to warn me about anything; Elain was the only one she bothered to really look after.
“They’re brutes, and will take any copper they can get, even if it’s by force.”
I glanced at the mercenary, who was still examining her new pelts. “She robbed you?”
“Not her,” Elain murmured. “Some other one who passed through. We had only a few coins, and he got mad, but—”
You know, Nesta might not say warm and gentle words, she can be rude, because she is trying to maintain her false mask of indifference and arrogance, but she really cares about Feyre.
Feyre seems to me more like a child, who is not trying to understand another person. And even Amren says that Nesta is difficult to understand. She is a person, who needs to be judged by actions and deeds. And her actions are brave, full of courage and determination.
Oh, Nesta is such a fantstic character!
Members of the Inner Circle treat Nesta with some kind of cold contempt. They are not trying to understand her. Therefore, I would call Mor and Rhysand as the main aggressors here.
Azriel is silent, Cassian accepts the policy of pacifism, and never protects Nesta. Cassian never stood up for Nesta before Rhysand, he silently watches as members of the Inner Circle condemn her for debauchery, drinks and lechery. As if her despicable wantonness tarnished the reputations of all of them.
However, I always try to put myself in her place. She found herself in an unknown place, surrounded by unknown people, she does not know these people - and met with them only for the sake of Feyre and Elain, only for the sake of her people and those, who lived behind the wall in poverty and hunger.
I think it is natural not to trust them.
She fears for Elain, for Feyre, who is in the hands of enemies, and Nesta turned into a monster - we don’t know what kind of powers she posses, but she carefully hides these powers from everyone else. Nesta admits in the novella that things break around her, when Cassian is nearby. With only one hand she destroyed the entire legion of the King’s army. She does not know, how to control this power, but if this power is really death, then it is natural for Nesta to keep as far away as possiblefrom those she loves.
“I will never forget those moments,” Cassian said quietly, scenting or sensing the memories wreaking havoc on me. “As long as I live.”
“Have you seen any glimpse of it since?”
“Nothing.” The House loomed, golden lights at the walls of windows and doorways beckoning us closer. “But I can feel it—sometimes.”
“Usually when she’s pissed at me. Which is … most of the time.”
“Cassian. No matter that she could scarcely stand to be around him. No matter that she had once, long ago, in a mortal body and in a house that no longer existed, let him kiss her throat. Being near him made her want to shatter things.
As her power sometimes did, unbidden. Secretly”.
”My sisters had been living in the House of Wind since they’d arrived in Velaris.
They did not leave the palace built into the upper parts of a flat-topped mountain overlooking the city. They did not ask for anything, or anyone”.
“I wanted to see you,” I said quietly. “See how you were doing.”
“See if I’ve accepted my lot and found myself grateful for becoming one of them?”
I steeled my spine. “You’re my sister. I watched them hurt you. I wanted to see if you were all right.”
A low, bitter laugh. But she turned to Cassian, looked him over as if she were a queen on a throne, and then declared to all of us, “What do I care? I get to be young and beautiful forever, and I never have to go back to those sycophantic fools over the wall. I get to do as I wish, since apparently no one here has any regard for rules or manners or our traditions. Perhaps I should thank you for dragging me into this’.
And, if you notice, the members of the Inner Circle are always trying to hurt her, somehow, even Cassian supports Mor.
“Mor blinked, but confided to me with a wince, “I think we’re going to need a lot more wine.”
Nesta’s spine stiffened. But she said nothing.
“I’ll raid the collection,” Cassian offered, disappearing through the inner hall doors too quickly to be casual.
Nesta stiffened a bit more.
Teasing my sister, poking fun at her… I snatched a seat at Nesta’s side and murmured, “They mean well.”
Nesta just ran a finger over her ivory-and-obsidian place setting, examining the silverware with vines of night-blooming jasmine engraved around the hilts. “I don’t care.”
However, if you reread this scene in the third book, you will understand that Nesta is eyeing everyone. She listens to their conversations, but does not participate in the conversation. She is embarrassed and running her fingers along the lace patterns on the chair, silently watching.
“Nesta was watching the volley of words as if it were a sporting match, eyes darting between us. She didn’t reach for any food, so I took the liberty of dumping spoonfuls of various things onto her plate”.
I also believe that Feyre was wrong about Nesta. For Nesta to talk about what happened to her, when she was inside the Cauldron worse than rape or abuse. It is extremely difficult to open her heart and soul to someone, to strangers, so I understand her reaction.
“I understand that what happened to you was horrible—”
“You have no idea what it was or was not. None. And I am not going to grovel like one of those Children of the Blessed, begging High Fae who would have gladly killed me as a mortal to help us. I’m not going to tell them that story—my story.”
“The High Lords might not believe our account, which makes you a valuable witness—”
Nesta shoved her chair back, chucking her napkin on her plate, gravy soaking through the fine linen.
“Then it is not my problem if you’re unreliable. I’ll help you with the wall, but I am not going to whore my story around to everyone on your behalf.”
She shot to her feet, color rising to her ordinarily pale face, and hissed, “And if you even dare suggest to Elain that she do such a thing, I will rip out your throat.”
Her eyes lifted from mine to sweep over everyone—extending the threat.None of us spoke as she left the dining room and slammed the door shut behind her”.
Oh, the next book is going to be awesome. I like this aggression, her fantastic courage. Nesta is going to be a new Lara Croft!
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