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    Feyre, Rhysand, life, and the family that comes along with it.

    Aka I wanted to write a post-canon fic and all my ideas so far involve children. WHoops.

    Part 9: Feyre drops her youngest son off with the Illyrians for training, and it turns out her worries about her family being hunted are never far away.

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    18 Aug 2017

  2. Public Bookmark 13

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    Months after Amarantha’s death, Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, disappears, leaving his court ripped apart and no heir apparent. His disappearance (or death, as many speculate) leaves questions unanswered, the least of which who will now rule the Night Court.
    And then the power chooses Feyre, shackling her very soul to the Court she fears most.
    As she navigates the dazzling, mysterious politics of Night, more and more questions arise.
    What does this mean for her engagement to Tamlin? Is Rhysand really dead? Who is so dead-set on razing the Court of Night? And why did the magic choose her?
    Only the Laws of Succession can tell.

    “Welcome to the Night Court, High Lady,” was all the Morrigan said, flanked by the two winged males.
    I looked past her, to the glittering expanse of sea and starlight, the untouched city swathed in shadows and menace and beauty.
    Morrigan’s face was hard, no surprise since she’d just lost her cousin. But deep within her eyes…there was something, a glimmer of feeling.
    Something in me inherently knew her, knew this city, this court, even that she-monster Amren.
    Mine, it said. A whisper.
    All of this. It’s all mine.

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    03 Jun 2017

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