Prythian Magazine Part 11
Cassian and Lucien talk, Azriel gets his tea, and the Archeron sisters will soon be reunited. Oh, and Rhysand's mom and sister make an appearance.
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ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO SARAH J. MAAS
Was going over to Mor’s armed with a thermos of soup for Lucien’s ‘sickness’ when I was really going to find out the truth a bad idea? One may call it that, but not me. In fact, I would say this is one of the best ideas I’ve ever had. Part of me knew that there was a reason why my friends lied about Lucien’s reason of absence and I should leave them alone, but I couldn’t. At least if he is ill, I would know that I did something to help him get better.
I pulled up in front of Mor’s and walked up to her front door. It only took a moment for Mor to open the door after I knocked.
“Cassian!” She greeted me, “What are you doing here?” Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, voice laced with distrust.
I gave a nonchalant shrug in return. “I had some leftover soup from dinner last night. I thought I could some over for Lucien.”
“Oh. Uh, thanks. I’ll just take that for you.” Mor’s tanned arm reached out for the thermos in my hands. I pulled it out of her grasp as her hands clenched around where the thermos was a mere second ago.
“Actually, I was hoping to bring it to Lucien myself. Give him my best wishes on his recovery and whatnot. Also, I owe Feyre an apology for cornering her earlier.” I explained.
“Okay. First of all, ‘Give him my best wishes on recovery’ really? By the Mother, Cass, you sound like he was in an accident, not like he has a cold. And second, what about me? Don’t I deserve an apology? Need I remind you, that you hounded me all day trying to get information on Lucien’s health? Finally-”
“I’m sorry, Mor.” I interrupted.
“Apology accepted, don’t worry about it. And don’t interrupt. Where was I? Oh, yeah. Finally, you cornered Feyre? Jeez, Cassian. He has a cold. Why must you ask so many questions?” Mor threw her arms up in exasperation when she was done scolding me.
“I asked questions because I don’t- I mean I didn’t - believe you two. Now I do, and I have something for Lucien. Can I come in now, Mor? It’s cold.” I said.
“Fine.” She grumbled, stepping out of the way.
“We should put makeup on you!” Feyre whisper-shouted at me.
“What? No!” I whisper-shouted back.
Through my open door, which Mor forgot to close on her way out after informing us she ordered pizza, we heard her and Cassian’s whole conversation. Currently, we were rushing around to get things that would help me appear sick.
“My skin’s paler than yours! If we put some foundation or something on you, you’ll appear sickly!” She explained.
“We are not putting makeup on me, and that is final!” I stated.
“Fine. You would look hot with makeup though. I might have some eyeshadow that would bring out your eyes…” She trailed off, most likely thinking about me,makeup, and how hot I would look.
“Feyre! Focus!” I told her, breaking Feyre out of her thoughts. Just then, we heard two voices, one male and one female, and heavy footsteps coming closer to the door. I dove under the covers, ruffled my hair, and attempted to look groggy and under the weather. Feyre grabbed a trash can, filled it with crumpled tissues, and sat down on the edge of my bed, so she appeared to be taking care of me.
The door opened fully, revealing Cassian and Mor, the former carrying something that resembles a thermos.
“Hey, Foxboy. Hi, Feyre.” Cassian greeted us.
“Hey, Cass.” Feyre said, getting up from the bed to give him a hug. I greeted him too, attempting to sound like a person who has a cold. I don’t think I succeeded.
When they parted, Cassian came over and took Feyre’s spot beside me, placing the thermos on the bedside table. He smiled down at me, which made me feel… something.
“Mor, Feyre, can you guys leave us? I want to talk to Lucien alone.” He requested, still holding my gaze.
“Sure, but aren’t you forgetting something, Cass?” Mor said with a pointed look in the other male’s direction.
“Hmm?” He looked up, “Oh, right. Sorry about earlier, Feyre. I was just doubtful, but now… I see you were right, so sorry for doubting you, and for questioning you earlier.”
“Eh, don’t worry about it, Cass. I get it.” Feyre shrugged it off.
With that, the ladies left, leaving me alone. With Cassian. In my room.
Someone help me. I begged. It’s not that I’m uncomfortable around Cassian. I just… feel something when I’m around him. I become aware of everything he does. Everything that happens when I’m with Cassian makes me feel guilty; I feel as if I’m betraying Jesminda and Andras, the latter more than the former.
It was then I realized there was an expectant silence in the air. Hazel eyes shown with amusement.
There’s more green than brown today.
Stop it. I reprimanded myself.
“Sorry. What did you say?” I asked, embarrassed at being caught not paying attention.
“I was just asking how you felt.”
“Oh, I’m feeling a little better thanks to the medicine I took.”
“Good. Good. I hope you feel better soon. We have to get back to our regular scheduled bickering at work.” He teased. Him wanting me to get better though… that was sincere. It left me baffled. After everything my family has done to Mor, why would he want to get better? I always thought his comments were out of spite, not because we were friends, or something akin to that.
I let out a chuckle. “Yeah. I’ve missed our little squabbles.”
“Do you mind if I stay here and just talk?” Cassian asked, breaking the comfortable silence that enveloped the room.
I expected myself to feel that I did mind, but I found myself wanting to know what it was Cassian had to say.
“You can stay.” I told him.
“Bron. Hart. What information do you two have for me.” I said, hiding in the shadows. They knew who I was, but I couldn’t risk any paparazzi or passerbys to take a photo of myself.
“Well, we found out Tamlin has a meeting with Anthony Hybern. Ianthe will be with them.” Bron informed me.
“Do you have any details?” I inquired.
“We don’t know what the meeting is for,” Hart added, “But we do know that it will be held at Tamlin’s office at six in the evening on Friday.”
“Is that all?” I further questioned.
“For now, yes. After Feyre and Lucien left, he’s been more secretive than usual.” Hart said.
“Okay, then. You’ll receive payment at the end of the week.” With that, I left. As I walked over to my car, I mulled over the information I received. Whatever the reason was for the meeting, it couldn’t be good if Hybern was being involved.
Before driving away, I made one last call.
“Amren? It’s Azriel. Are you in your office?”
“I am. Did you find something?” Her voice answered.
“I did. And it’s not good.”
“Where is my sister?!” Nesta screeched. I took a step back from the terrifying girl. Nesta Archeron is someone you do not want have angry with you.
“She left.” I answered, mustering up my courage.
“I know she left, but I want to know the correct circumstances as to why she left.” Nesta yelled.
“You read the article.” I said, nodding in the direction of Elain, who held the magazine where I told reporters of why Feyre left me.
“Feyre, would never cheat on someone. Whoever she is dating can be a scumbag and treat her poorly, but she would still remain faithful to them. What. Is. The. Truth.” Elain’s voice iron, her face contorted with fury. Elain, who was usually so kind and calm, was much more frightening when angered.
“Why do you care? It’s not like you ever cared for her in the first place.” My voice rose along with my temper.
A loud slap filled the room and my head cracked to the side. Nesta stood in front of me, her hand raised.
“We had our reasons. Tell me where my baby sister is now!” Nesta roared.
“Ask her yourself. She’s in the Night Court.” I snapped, trying to not lash out. Nesta was a lawyer, and a damn good one, too. Loads of people respected her. I couldn’t have someone like her ruin my reputation by informing the world of what I had done.
Feyre will tell them though. A nagging voice in my mind told me.
They’ll never find her. I reassured herself.
“Come on, Elain. Let’s go to Night Court.” Nesta said, storming towards the door.
“How do you know she’s in the Night Court?” I asked.
“Because you just said so, you moron. Even if you didn’t, your question confirmed it.” Elain snapped, before Nesta could even open her mouth. Before I could say anything, Elain slammed the door shut.
“Rhys, can you please set the table.” My mom asked while checking the chicken she was baking.
“Of course, Mum.” I got up from the chair I was reading in to get the dishes and silverware for dinner.
“And please get your sister.” Mum added.
“Got it.” I told her, hurrying to finish setting up the table. When I was done, I rushed up the stairs to Luciana’s room.
“Luciana? May I come in?” I asked, knocking on the door.
“What’s the password?” My little sister’s voice answered from the other side. I smiled at her antics.
“Rhysand is the best big brother ever?” I guessed.
“Rhysand is the best male model ever?” I suggested.
“Guess again!” Luciana sang.
“Rhysand is the handsomest person to ever grace the universe.”
“Wrong again! And you are not the handsomest person, Rhys.”
I gasped and grasped my chest even though Luciana couldn’t see me. “I’m wounded! Someone doesn’t think I am handsome! Help me by opening up this door!” I cried, jiggling the doorknob.
“Don’t be so dramatic.” My sister said, but she still opened the door. I stepped in her room, twirling as I did.
“I’m saved! Thank you, Lady Luciana. I am forever in your debt.” I bowed down at her feet.
“Get up, Lord Rhysand.” Luci snorted.
I did what she said and plopped down on her bed, dragging her down with me. Luci let out a squeal as she fell, and collapsed into giggles when she landed on top of me. I then proceeded to tickle her.
“S-stop! P-please!” She called out between her laughter.
“Rhysand! Luciana!” My mother stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips. She tried her best to look stern, but her hazel eyes shone with amusement, and the corner of her lips were tugging upwards. I stopped tickling Luci immediately, trying to contain my own laughter.
“Rhys, I told you to get Luci for dinner. Not for you to start fooling around!” Mum scolded me.
“Sorry, Mum.” I apologized.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Just come down you two. And no more shenanigans.”
“Okay.” Luciana and I said in unison, but we shared a look, agreeing that the battle wasn’t over.
We gathered around the table, filling our plates with baked chicken, salad, and a variety of Illyrian meals.
“So, Rhys, when were you going to tell me that Feyre and Lucien were staying with Mor?”
I choked on my food. “How do you know?” I asked, staring bewilderedly at my mum, who kept on eating.
“When I invited Mor to dinner on Sunday earlier today, she asked if it would be alright if she brought along Lucien and Feyre.” Mum explained.
“Wait, you are hanging out with Feyre and Lucien again? Why didn’t you tell me?” My sister demanded.
“I was going to say something, Luci, but I knew you would beg to see her, and I wasn’t sure if Feyre would be ready to handle anymore company than me and the inner circle.” I explained to my sister.
“Still should have said something.” Luci pouted.
“Your forgiven, I suppose.” Luciana responded with a dramatic flair.
“Anyway,” I said, turning back to Mum, “I was going to tell you, promise, but like I told Luci, I didn’t know if Feyre could handle more people.”
“It’s alright, Rhys. I hope they can make it. Feyre and Lucien are such lovely people.” Mum said, though I could tell she was curious as to why Feyre may not have been able to handle more than a few people.
After dinner, I went to bed claiming I was tired. I laid, burrowed in my black sheets, trying to continue reading my book. In ten minutes, I read one sentence. My thoughts were consumed with Feyre Archeron.
*Luciana is Italian for 'light;moon' (at least according to the internet. If it's wrong, please let me know!)*
*Selene (Rhys's mom) is Greek for 'moon' (again, according to the internet. If it's wrong, tell me!)*
Luciana is 10 in this fic. And now, that I'm thinking about it, you guys don't know any ages for the characters. I'll let you know, next chapter. As usual, please let me know your thoughts on this chapter! Weekly updates on Saturday!
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