Plot: Daughter of Day and Night, Hellion being your father and a Illyrian Warrior being your mother made you one of the most controversial people to walk Prythian. Hellion protected you for most of his life but with war on the rise it's getting harder.
Lucien took you to an area of the night court that looked relatively barren, there was nothing around the area apart from a huge mountain in the background that had three peaks to it.
"Where are we brother?" you ask turning to look to see if the Hewn City was anywhere close, but just the cold breeze of the Night swarmed around you.
"Rhysand and his family don't live in the Hewn City, but he needs to show you" Lucien says, pulling a cloak from his bag, handing it to you. It was much colder in general in the north of Prythian, you remember from when you were really young, stories from your father about where your mother had come from and how cold and harsh the Illyrian mountains were.
"Hello" a voice comes from in front of the pair of you seemingly out of nowhere.
"Before you enter, i just want you to know that this was all done for the protection of my people and my family and it would be in your greatest interest to not mention it to anyone outside of my ring of people. If you do i'll know and my spymaster will be left to decide your fate" he grins almost wickedly.
"Well he's not a very good one if i know he's behind me" you say, feeling the presence behind you turning round spotting him behind you in the shadows.
"I assure you there's more that meets the eye with Azriel" Rhysand chuckles watching your eyes meet the man with features similar to his own.
"Azriel" you mutter the name seemingly rolling of your tongue far too naturally. And Azriel, well he was in pieces the minute he heard his name tumble from the back of your throat. He held himself steady despite his knees feeling as if they'd give out any moment.
"Lucien said there was something you needed to show me?" you ask and he nods and in seconds its like a vale has been lifted from your eyes. Below the three-peaked mountain is a large and glittering village with warm lights lighting up the whole area.
"What- What is this?" you ask taking a step back, looking between the three men that were now infront of you.
"This is Velaris, the main city of the night court and its resident fae" Rhysand explains and you step back even more.
"But, the Hewn City ... Illyria?" you ask having heard the dreadful stories of those places and what they were like especially for women.
"Those still remain, however Velaris is mine and my families home. I trust you will keep this too yourself" he says, his voice becoming more stern.
You take a moment to look between the Illyrian mountains, the dark and dismal look of Hewn City before your gaze finally lands on Velaris your features become stern and unkind with all the racing thoughts going through your mind.
"How do you call yourself a High Lord" you say shaking your head, before walking towards the town in the distance.
"I wont tell anyone, but that doesn't mean i think any of this is okay. I'm here for a job and that's it, I'm going home back to the Day Court the minute all of this is done" you say, having paused your walk so that your words remained stable and you were sure they would hear you.
You then continue your walk to the city, the others seemed to slowly follow behind you, you didn't understand why as they could easily winnow themselves to their house.
It was so bright now that the glamour had been lifted from your eyes, you knew not to overstep. If Rhysand was the kind of high lord that had the power to hide a whole city, you knew despite your own power he was not to be messed with for no reason.
You felt physically sick at the revelation that Rhysand felt even more like a monster than he'd been imaged to be. Most people described his as a harsh, cruel and cunning man who would stand for no one. But there was lies and deception and a fake facade of confidence.
Once making it to their home you are shown to the main room where you spot everyone that is a close part of the night court.
"So, what am i hear to fix?" you ask, standing at the entrance of the room not daring to move any further in.
"So many formalities, come sit and have a drink with us before we get down to all the minor details" Rhysand says, a small hand going to the top of your back to guide you further into the room. You shrug his hand off, and move yourself closer into the room.
"Father said it was urgent and i'd rather finish up my business here as quickly as possible and go home. I have no wish to remain in YOUR Utopia, High Lord" you say calmly taking a step away from him, his eyes narrow looking at you and a long gaze is held between the pair of you, neither of you willing to back down.
"Can i interest you in some of our wine? It's the best in Prythian" Feyre offers and you shake your head keeping a firm look on your face.
"I'm here to break a spell, not drink your wine My Lady" you say politely haven't no reason to offend her as she isn't the one who created Velaris.
"Yes but the spell, it's sort of ... how do we put this. It's one that could take a few days for you to break" she says looking between Nesta and her husband.
"How would you know?" you ask, a frown forming on your face. Did she not think you strong enough, was this her questioning your powers.
"It's come from something very old and ancient" Amren, one of Rhysand's inner circle offers and you're gaze turns to her. She'd just entered the room with a glass of some sort of liquer in hand.
"Old and Ancient is my speciality" you frown, before asking to be directed to wherever the curse was.
Turns out that it was Cassian who was the one who had been cursed, you could tell it was the nasty kind as he was shaking and his usually tan skin was looking pale and clammy.
"Cassian, do you know who i am?" you ask getting closer about to take his hand in yours.
"Don't touch him, it spread when he touched Azriel" Rhysand says and you look a little shocked recoiling your hand only slightly.
"This curse is on Azriel as well? He is showing no signs of pain or discomfort, not like the ones Cassian is" you ask your eyebrow slightly raised in confusion.
"Azriel takes pain differently than Cass, Cass also has had the curse much longer than Azriel right now. Now I'd appreciate you starting to investigate breaking the curse.
"Well do you know where it come from, he must have touched something or someone to have this type of curse put on him, it's transferred not placed on him. Normally comes from a cursed object or cursed being" you explain, knowing the difference of feeling between them both.
"H-how did you work that out so quickly" Rhysand asks, Nesta steps up a little closer to Cassian watching as you take Cassian's hand in yours before chanting an incantaion in an old unheard language, one that even Amren couldn't say she knew.
With a jolt Cassian sat up gasping for breath.
"What are you doing to him" Nesta yelled surging forward. The glare on you're face that turned you're features from soft and doe like to sharp and fox like kept her help back.
"Don't, otherwise he wont get better" you say, cupping your other hand around his that you already had a grip on. A beautiful ball of light swirled around your joined hands, before sinking deep into Cassian's skin.
A sigh came from Cassian, and the colour came returning back to his skin, and his eyes no longer had bag under them. He looked rejuvenated.
"My work here is done, now if you don't mind, I have things left to do in the Day Court" you say standing up, an achy breath releasing from you.
"What? How are you done already?" Rhysand asks, looking shocked at Azriel who also seems to look a little more relaxed than he had before.
"Was i not supposed to be done already? You wanted to keep me here for longer than an hour by putting a curse on Cassian from what i can only imagine is a book of some kind that has clung to his soul. That's one of the easiest spells to break. Now I'm going home before anymore of you waste my time" you huff out turning and taking Lucien's wrist.
