“Come home with me, Sister,” Nesta urges, a note of desperation clinging to her request. “Come home with me, and see for yourself. See how our family needs you–how Prythian needs you.”
Feyre loses her steady breathing, staggering between hyperventilating and not breathing at all. Her home, her people…but the contract–
Nesta comes closer to Feyre, grabbing her shoulder to make Feyre look her in her eyes. “I know how you worry. If you were to leave suddenly like now, then you would put father and King Rhysand in danger for their lives. Trust me when I say the consequences won’t be too bad on either of them.”
This knocks Feyre into confusion momentarily. “What do you mean?”
“Feyre, really,” Nesta pauses, then gives a light laugh. “I see the way you look at him. You’ve taken the King in love, as he has you.”
“I don’t know what you mean, Nesta. Really, trying to tease me into coming with you.” Feyre takes a deep breath, steadying herself. “Don’t worry, I’ll come with you. Just let me say my goodbyes to everyone. Nuala and Cerridwen will help pack my bags.”
“I’ll call them. You go find your friends.” Nesta walks off, hauling up a bag from Feyre’s floor. She starts humming a little, a nervous habit she’s developed since childhood.
Nervous raps ring from his door. Tap, tap, tap, they go. Ripping apart the silence of his room, leaving him disoriented as he is forced to wake.
The door opens cautiously, forcing him to blink on clothes as he stands from his bed. Feyre is in the doorway, a light blush settling nicely on her face. Rhys stands, going to embrace her. She walks out of his way, which makes him trip on the rug.
“I’m sorry, Rhysand, but I didn’t come to reconcile our, um, lost love,” she starts, a fluttering of sorrow behind her voice. “I’ve actually come to call off any kind of that feeling we have both had for each other. I have to go home, Rhysand.”
“Feyre, you know I won’t stop you,” he replies, then pauses. The pause grows for a bit, then he starts up again. “But, there’s no reason to call off these feelings we have–”
“The contract is a perfect reason. I’m not going to hurt you even more when I’m leaving already, which will hurt you and my father immensely.”
“No, it won’t. That contract expired yesterday with Amarantha’s as we found out your heritage. When you banished her with your powers, you also banished all contracts that were connected to you.”
“Rhys, please–”
“Feyre–”
“No, listen, Rhys–”
“Feyre, there’s no reason to–”
“Rhys, be quiet!” He falls silent, shocked at her outburst. Feyre catches her breath for the hundredth time today, then looks at the King of Noctis. “Rhys, with everything I know now, I am ending something before it happens again. I am ending this between us. I cannot see you come to the rescue and sign your life away again.”
“Feyre,” he breaths out, a noise catching in his voice. He comes closer to her, embracing her quickly. She hugs him back, snuggling into the warmth. “Feyre, I have never seen daylight. I have never seen the sun. Only the moon and stars have ever shone in my kingdom.
“I can only imagine what it feels like. Warm, bright, blinding. I have only one thing–one person to compare such a feeling to. That person is you. You, Feyre, are my Queen. You are my love, my laugh, my light.
“Feyre, you are my everything, all I have seen and all I have not seen. Everything I know and love with everything I want to know and love.
“You are my moon, my star, and my sun. The brightest things in my love in one person, in one great being that I can love for eternity, if you will have me.”
She’s shaking at this point, tears hitting her cheeks. She nods quietly, trying to compose yourself. Shakily, she whispers, “I will have you, Rhysand. I will have you as you, and as no one else.”
“Let me help you free your home then, my sun,” he replies, cradling her in his arms. Kissing the top of her head, he tightens the embrace as she cries more. The stress of the contract finally gone, but only to be replaced by the war that undoubtedly will take place in the coming days. That is one thing that will not easily lift from someone’s spirit.
War may storm in, but it will not be prepared for the Hell that is in store for it.
Some princesses are delivered to mysterious castles to wait for their knights in shining armor to come rescue them. Other princesses are delivered to castles in flower fields to live out the rest of their days with their loving princes. And then, there’s the other princesses who are delivered to castles looming over a lava-filled lake, right into their prince’s arms.
Feyre is the wild, ferocious, and artistic princess of Prythian, a kingdom which she will rule one day since her older sisters are ineligible for the throne. However, before she inherits her kingdom, she is sent away, to a demon king’s home for a worthy knight to rescue her–who will then become her king to rule beside. Despite her unwillingness, she is whisked away to Noctis, one of the more dreadful demon realms. To her surprise, Feyre finds some of the most unexpected things there. A realm that houses friendly faces, and a charming king.
King Rhysand is “demon” king of Noctis, the realm of eternal moons and stars. He resides in his castle over a lake of lava, which may hold more things than just lava, though no one would dare go down there. He welcomes all to his realm, as long as they be of kind blood. Rhysand is engaged to his soon-to-be Queen, Amarantha. He says he is in love with her, but his friends seem to think otherwise. Eventually, so does he. And this is all because of a human princess who barges into the castle, demanding to be sent home.
Chapter 1 of My Moon, My Star, My Sun will be coming Friday, April 13, 2018.
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