Her fae & His fairy

Chapter 40

Euodia:

"Thank you, Helion," Rhysand's voice carries a tone of respect as he steps forward to greet the High Lord, his movements graceful and composed. Helion, in return, offers a slight bow, his expression radiating a sense of warmth and welcoming despite the solemnity of the occasion. As their hands clasp in a firm shake, there is an unspoken understanding that passes between them, a silent acknowledgment of the duties and responsibilities they both bear.

Feyre's steps are measured, her movements graceful as she follows Rhysand's lead, approaching Helion with an air of quiet determination. Despite the outward poise she displays, there is a subtle tension in her posture, a reflection of the weight of responsibility she carries as High Lady of the Night Court. As she extends her hand to Helion, there is a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability in her eyes, a hint of uncertainty that belies her outward confidence.

Helion accepts Feyre's hand with a gentleness that surprises her, his touch conveying a sense of reassurance that eases some of her apprehension. His eyes, a mesmerising shade of amber, hold a depth of understanding that speaks volumes without the need for words. There is a keen intelligence in his gaze, a perceptive quality that seems to penetrate to the very core of her being.

"I have something to return to you," Feyre's voice is steady, infused with a quiet determination as she meets Helion's gaze head-on. There is a sense of purpose in her words, a resolve to confront whatever challenges may lie ahead with unwavering resolve. Helion's expression remains unreadable as he listens, his features a mask of calm composure.

"I can feel it, just underneath your skin," Helion's tone is measured, his words laced with a hint of intrigue as he studies Feyre intently. His gaze sweeps over her form, taking in every nuance of her appearance with a keen eye for detail. There is a subtle shift in the atmosphere, a tension that crackles in the air between them as they stand locked in a silent exchange.

Feyre's composure wavers for the briefest of moments, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features before she reins it in with a steely resolve. She meets Helion's gaze with unwavering determination, refusing to let her inner turmoil show. Despite the weight of the secrets that burden her, she stands tall and resolute, a beacon of strength amidst the uncertainty that surrounds them.

Helion's eyes alight with delight as he observes the gathering before him, his gaze lingering on each member of the Inner Circle with a keen interest. His attention then shifts to Amren, and despite her stoic demeanour, he greets her with a nod of acknowledgment.

"Of course you brought my favourite lexicon," Helion then turns his attention to Amren. The contrast between their respective demeanors is striking – Helion, with his charismatic smile and effusive charm, and Amren, with her silent, enigmatic presence.

A soft chuckle escapes Helion's lips as he addresses Rhysand, his tone infused with genuine warmth and appreciation. He acknowledges Rhysand's thoughtful gesture with a gracious nod, his expression one of genuine gratitude. Then, his gaze shifts to Azriel, who stands stoically by my side, his demeanour guarded as he meets Helion's gaze head-on.

"Oh, Rhys, you are too kind," Helion remarks, his voice tinged with amusement as he turns his attention to Azriel. There is a playful glint in his eyes as he regards the Shadowsinger, a hint of mischief dancing in the depths of his gaze. Azriel's reaction is subtle but unmistakable – a slight shift in his stance, a subtle movement that brings him behind to me, as if seeking refuge behind the safety of my presence.

I can feel the tension crackling in the air between them, a palpable sense of unease that hangs heavy in the air. From what I have heard from Nesta and Morrigan, Helion has harboured a keen interest in Azriel for centuries, his advances met with polite refusal time and time again. And now, as the High Lord of the Day Court directs his attention towards Azriel once more, I can't help but wonder what hidden agendas may lurk beneath his charming facade. But Azriel remains steadfast, his resolve unwavering as he meets Helion's gaze with a steely determination. The great Shadowsinger and Spymaster, using his mate, as a shield against the High Lord.