The End of the Beginning
Feyre
I woke up in bed, Rhys’s arm draped across my body. Kissing him on the cheek, I clambered out of bed.
“Come back to bed Feyre...” he moaned, face still shoved into a pillow.
Chuckling, I made my way to the wardrobe. “You need to wake up too,” I remind him, pulling on a midnight high-slit dress. “The meeting, remember?”
“What meeting?” Rhys asked sleepily.
“It seems that some of...Tamlin’s scouts discovered a land south of ours. Fae have been here for aeons and have never noticed this. It is almost as though it appeared overnight! Anyhow, he called an emergency meeting so we could discuss our course of action...Rhys! Wake up!”
Rowan
I woke up to a stinging sensation on my face. My own, dearest mate had slapped me.
“Wake up Rowan. I need you to get me food” she mumbled. Of course, she wasn’t awake yet. If the war hadn’t changed her habits, nothing will. I struggled out of bed, yanked on the nearest clothes and stalked down to the kitchens. A chef was already waiting in the dining halls, a platter of fruit, pain au chocolat, and juice in hand. They knew exactly what Aelin craved. Sugar in multiple forms.
Aelin, unsurprisingly, began to stir as soon as I returned with the food. Chuckling, I took a seat next to her and began to eat.
“We are meeting with your court today to discuss trading with the other lands as well as access into their country. It would be good for the people of Terrasen to be able to travel. They have been locked up for so long; they deserve it,” I began.
“They deserve the best,” she agreed, inhaling the last of our breakfast. “So that is what we are going to give them.”
