A Different Type of Meeting

Chapter 6 - Feyre

I walked back out of the bathroom, finally convinced that Rhysand had left the room, and saw a neatly folded night gown on my bed. I walked over and read the note that lay on top,
Thought you might need this - R
And I smiled slightly, maybe he wasn't a monster after all. I put the note on my bedside table and ripped of my old clothes, now caked in vomit. I gently slid on the silky material and looked at myself in the mirror. It was truly beautiful, navy in colour but with little white specks on it, like the stars. I moved away from the mirror and collapsed onto the bed, relishing the comfort of the fresh clothing and the clean bedsheets. Then the door was thrown open and in walked Rhysand and the blue one, I bolted upright and glared at them,
"Did you know, that it is not very proper to just barge into a lady's room!" I said, doing a mock posh accent, "And cauldron knows what I could have been doing in here." Neither of them said a word, not even a cocky remark from the High Lord, they both just looked at me like a foreign object.
"We received a letter from the Spring Court." The blu- Azriel, his name is Azriel I gasped, finally recognising the voice, and glared at Rhysand who smirked in return. Azriel just looked between us, before looking back at me and handing me a letter, the emblem of the Spring Court, of Tamlin, clearly printed on the front. It read,
High Lord of the Night Court,
I write this letter in hope that you will return what is rightfully mine. Recently, my emissary Lucien went out to find Feyre, who had recently been lost wandering. He reported that she winnowed away, a trait I know you posses. I know that Feyre doe not posses this ability, nor any ability that I know of, so I come to the conclusion that you have taken her as you are the one who has the most reason to take her. Please return my possession, or further action will be taken against you.
Regards,
Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court

I read the note twice before the anger truly crept in. HIS POSSESSION! I was not anyone's possession.
"When did you get this?" I demanded, almost shouting, at them both. Azriel looked at Rhysand and he shrugged.
"We received it fairly recently, yet I believe you have some explaining to do." Rhysand said, smirking slightly. I sighed, I knew it would come to this eventually.
"What right do you have to know." I said back to him, challenging him. His smirk faded,
"As High Lord of the Night Court, I demand you to tell me." He said, his voice sterner this time.
"You sound just like Tamlin." I muttered under my breath, and pure rage flickered in his eyes,
"I AM NOTHING LIKE THAT BASTARD!" Then I heard footsteps running down the hall, only to see a flustered Cassian appear in the doorway, looking straight at Rhysand, then at me, a hand placed on the hilt of his sword. I looked straight at him, but my words were directed at Rhysand,
"I tell who I wish, but seeing as you seem just as pissed at Tamlin as I am, I will tell you." I said, now removing my eyes from Cassian and placing them on Rhysand. A dagger of ice appeared at Rhysand's throat and Cassian and Azriel's daggers were immediately out as well.
"I suggest you think carefully before you take the next step." I said to them, and Cassian inched forward slightly, the ice dagger did the same. I smirked at them both and they glared at me as I turned my attention back to Rhysand, "But whatever I say, does not get said anywhere else." He grinned at me,
"Of course." The ice dagger disappeared and Cassian's knife appeared inches from my face,
"Careful girly." He said before backing away, never taking his eyes off me. I smiled at him sweetly, and he just glared.

"Anyway," I said, moving on from that point, "ever since Under the Mountain and being brought back to life and all, I discovered some unusual things about myself. Everything was foreign, everything felt and looked different than it had before. Then things started changing at the Spring Court, that I won't go into detail about, so I ran away. After a week or two of hanging out in the forest, I noticed something else. I started experimenting. The fire and water came first then the ice and light and finally darkness and shapeshifting, though I believe there are still more. When Lucien came I had only winnowed once before by accident. Then it happened again when he came. I don't know why I arrived here." They all stared at me, Cassian looking slightly more stunned than the other two, but they were both stunned all the same.
"Fire, water, ice, light, darkness, shapeshifting." Azriel listed slowly and quietly before commenting, "The power of every High Lord, except Dawn." He looked over at Rhysand, who was just standing there staring at me. I stared back at him.
"We need your help with something, Feyre Cursebreaker." Rhysand finally said, and Ariel and Cassian both looked at him with confusion. He smirked.

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A/N:
Sorry for the really short chapter! Just thought this was a better ending than another point that is coming up soon. 
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