Novel Palace
Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Nynsar. It’d be the first Tamlin and his court would celebrate in nearly fifty years. Amarantha had banned it on a
whim, along with a few other small, but beloved Fae holidays that she had deemed unnecessary. But Nynsar was
months from now. “Is it even possible—to truly keep you out?”
“Not likely, but who knows how deep that power goes? Keep practicing and we’ll see what happens.”
“And will I still be bound by this bargain at Nynsar, too?”
Silence.
I pushed, “After—after what happened—” I couldn’t mention specifics on what had occurred Under the Mountain,
what he’d done for me during that fight with Amarantha, what he’d done after— “I think we can agree that I owe
you nothing, and you owe me nothing.”
His gaze was unflinching.
I blazed on, “Isn’t it enough that we’re all free?” I splayed my tattooed hand on the table. “By the end, I thought
you were different, thought that it was all a mask, but taking me away, keeping me here … ” I shook my head,
unable to find the words vicious enough, clever enough to convince him to end this bargain.
His eyes darkened. “I’m not your enemy, Feyre.”
“Tamlin says you are.” I curled the fingers of my tattooed hand into a fist. “Everyone else says you are.”
“And what do you think?” He leaned back in his chair again, but his face was grave.
“You’re doing a damned good job of making me agree with them.”
“Liar,” he purred. “Did you even tell your friends about what I did to you Under the Mountain?”
So that comment at breakfast had gotten under his skin. “I don’t want to talk about anything related to that. With
you or them.”
“No, because it’s so much easier to pretend it never happened and let them coddle you.”
“I don’t let them coddle me—”
“They had you wrapped up like a present yesterday. Like you were his reward.”
“So?”
“So?” A flicker of rage, then it was gone.
“I’m ready to be taken home,” I merely said.
“Where you’ll be cloistered for the rest of your life, especially once you start punching out heirs. I can’t wait to see
what Ianthe does when she gets her hands on them.”
“You don’t seem to have a particularly high opinion of her.”
Something cold and predatory crept into his eyes. “No, I can’t say that I do.” He pointed to a blank piece of paper.
“Start copying the alphabet. Until your letters are perfect. And every time you get through a round, lower and raise
your shield. Until that is second nature. I’ll be back in an hour.”
“What?”
“Copy. The. Alphabet. Until—”
“I heard what you said.” Prick. Prick, prick, prick.
“Then get to work.” Rhys uncoiled to his feet. “And at least have the decency to only call me a prick when your
shields are back up.”
He vanished into a ripple of darkness before I realized that I’d let the wall of adamant fade again.
By the time Rhys returned, my mind felt like a mud puddle.
I spent the entire hour doing as I’d been ordered, though I’d flinched at every sound from the nearby stairwell:
quiet steps of servants, the flapping of sheets being changed, someone humming a beautiful and winding melody.
And beyond that, the chatter of birds that dwelled in the unnatural warmth of the mountain or in the many potted
citrus trees. No sign of my impending torment. No sentries, even, to monitor me. I might as well have had the
entire place to myself.
Which was good, as my attempts to lower and raise that mental shield often resulted in my face being twisted or
strained or pinched.
“Not bad,” Rhys said, peering over my shoulder. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.
He’d appeared moments before, a healthy distance away, and if I hadn’t known better, I might have thought it was
because he didn’t want to startle me. As if he’d known about the time Tamlin had crept up behind me, and panic
had hit me so hard I’d knocked him on his ass with a punch to his stomach. I’d blocked it out—the shock on Tam’s
face, how easy it had been to take him off his feet, the humiliation of having my stupid terror so out in the open …
Rhys scanned the pages I’d scribbled on, sorting through them, tracking my progress.
Then, a scrape of claws inside my mind—that only sliced against black, glittering adamant.
I threw my lingering will into that wall as the claws pushed, testing for weak spots …
“Well, well,” Rhysand purred, those mental claws withdrawing. “Hopefully I’ll be getting a good night’s rest at last,
if you can manage to keep the wall up while you sleep.”
I dropped the shield, sent a word blasting down that mental bridge between us, and hauled the walls back up.
Behind it, my mind wobbled like jelly. I needed a nap. Desperately.
“Prick I might be, but look at you. Maybe we’ll get to have some fun with our lessons after all.”
I was still scowling at Rhys’s muscled back as I kept a healthy ten steps behind him while he led me through the
halls of the main building, the sweeping mountains and blisteringly blue sky the only witnesses to our silent trek.
I was too drained to demand where we were now going, and he didn’t bother explaining as he led me up, up—
until we entered a round chamber at the top of a tower.
A circular table of black stone occupied the center, while the largest stretch of uninterrupted gray stone wall was
covered in a massive map of our world. It had been marked and flagged and pinned, for whatever reasons I
couldn’t tell, but my gaze drifted to the windows throughout the room—so many that it felt utterly exposed,
breathable. The perfect home, I supposed, for a High Lord blessed with wings.
Rhys stalked to the table, where there was another map spread, figurines dotting its surface. A map of Prythian—
and Hybern.
Every court in our land had been marked, along with villages and cities and rivers and mountain passes. Every
court … but the Night Court.
The vast, northern territory was utterly blank. Not even a mountain range had been etched in. Strange, likely part
of some strategy I didn’t understand.
I found Rhysand watching me—his raised brows enough to make me shut my mouth against the forming question.
“Nothing to ask?”
“No.”
A feline smirk danced on his lips, but Rhys jerked his chin toward the map on the wall. “What do you see?”
“Is this some sort of way of convincing me to embrace my reading lessons?” Indeed, I couldn’t decipher any of the
writing, only the shapes of things. Like the wall, its massive line bisecting our world.
“Tell me what you see.”
“A world divided in two.”
“And do you think it should remain that way?”
I whipped my head toward him. “My family—” I halted on the word. I should have known better than to admit to
having a family, that I cared for them—
“Your human family,” Rhys finished, “would be deeply impacted if the wall came down, wouldn’t they? So close to
its border … If they’re lucky, they’ll flee across the ocean before it happens.”
“Will it happen?”
Rhysand didn’t break my stare. “Maybe.”
“Why?”
“Because war is coming, Feyre.”
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War.
The word clanged through me, freezing my veins.
“Don’t invade,” I breathed. I’d get on my knees for this. I’d crawl if I had to. “Don’t invade—please.”
Rhys cocked his head, his mouth tightening. “You truly think I’m a monster, even after everything.”
“Please,” I gasped out. “They’re defenseless, they won’t stand a chance—”
“I’m not going to invade the mortal lands,” he said too quietly.
I waited for him to go on, glad for the spacious room, the bright air, as the ground started to slide out from beneath
me.
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