Throne of Glass & A Court of Thorns and Roses: Two Worlds Collide

Chapter 19-Rhysand

I woke to the blinding sun through the window. I looked around to see Feyre sprawled, not only atop the bed, but also on top of me. She never had been a calm sleeper. I softly started placing little kisses all over her face. As much as I hated to wake her up, we needed to go to her family's home.

She stirred a bit and I saw her eyes squeeze shut to make me think she was still sleeping.

"Feyre darling," I purred as I scooted out from under her and crouched beside the bed, "it's time to wake up. We have to go see if our friends have arrived."

Her eyes shot open and she bolted into the closet. I laughed as she emerged fully clothed and said, "okay I'm ready."

"Not so fast, I still have to dress too," I chimed.

She walked up to me until she was inches from my face and placed her hands on my chest whispering, "not necessarily," and then winked and walked through the door. I heard her voice down the hall calling, "the rest of us will be waiting in the foyer."

When I finally finished putting on my fighting leathers, I joined the rest of the Night Court in the foyer. I sensed Cassian and Azriel's nerves, but they could handle themselves; they were the best.

Without a word, we winnowed to Feyre's mansion and before I could look around, I heard Feyre and Mor squeal. I turned around to see the two of them running to hug Aelin, who had thousands of fae warriors milling about behind her, like this happened everyday.

Rowan approached me with a dark-haired male, smelling of human, right behind him. He shook my hand and said, "Rhysand, this is Dorian Havilliard. He is king of one of Terrasen's allied kingdoms, Ardalan, and he's here to help with battle strategies."

The young man looked to be about Aelin's age, but he shook my hand as if he were my superior. He could've been mistaken to be my younger brother. He had the same raven black hair and sapphire eyes.

"Aedion Ashryver, Aelin's cousin and leader of her army, is tending to the troops," Rowan continued as he looked over his shoulder, "actually, there he is now."

I looked to see the spitting image of Aelin walking toward me. There was no doubt in my mind that they were two sides to the same coin. They even had the swaggering walk. The only difference was that he was about as buff as Cassian.

The male took my hand saying, "Aedion Ashryver, leader of Terrasen's army, nice to meet you."

I nodded at Dorian and Aedion and introduced myself, "Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court. It's a great honor to have the opportunity to fight alongside your men."

I looked over Rowan's shoulder and saw that another woman had started talking to Mor and Feyre. She had long brown curls and for a second I caught her eyes dart towards Aedion then back to her conversation.

"That's Lysandra, Aelin's best and most trusted friend," Rowan interrupted. He caught my eye when he looked at Aedion with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. Terrasen's Court must all be very close, I assumed, which was something we had in common.

After a minute of awkward silence, Aelin, Lysandra, Feyre, and Mor walked up to us. Just by looking at them, you'd think they'd been friends all their lives.

"Feyre, where are your sisters? I thought you said they lived here," Aelin said. She was looking around aimlessly, her gaze darting to Rowan every few seconds. Whenever they caught each other's looks, they seemed to be having a silent conversation. I'd tried to get into her hea various times, but it was always closed off, something I was wondering about. Not many people could block me out of their mind, and Rowan and Aelin seemed to be doing fine jobs at that.

"Aelin, we told you that the cauldron could make Fae as easily as taking a bath. Actually it is just taking a bath. We experienced that firsthand. The king took my sisters and turned them into Fae. After that, we took them too Velaris, and they've been living on their own for a few weeks. They don't want anything to do with me. At least for now," I heard Feyre whisper as they walked toward us. It just reminded me of all the more we had to lose if we didn't defeat the king now. Aelin and the rest were silent, but I noticed Aelin squeeze Feyre's hand and I smiled. She could use a friend close to her age, someone like Aelin.

"Are we ready?" Aelin asked as soon as they approached.

"Not just yet," I said slowly. I had no way of knowing this for sure but it was worth a shot, so I said, "I'd like you to try to translate the book, because I think you might be able to, and we still need to discuss our plan. The King will probably be expecting an attack soon, so we need to create the perfect strategy. We only have one chance, nothing can go wrong."