High Lady of the Winter Court (Vivillias)
Anonymous requested: “ Hey! For a writing prompt can you do one where Vivianne gets really drunk and starts complaining about how kallias wont make her high lady and kallias hears her and the next morning when they wake up he takes her down to a priestess immediately to swear her in as high lady. thanks!”
I stared at the paper I held in my hands, reading but not absorbing the words. I had been sorting through piles of paper work since I’d woken up, taking care of my people’s requests.
The knock at my study door was a welcome distraction. “Come in,” I called, setting down the stack.
A head of raven hair poked around the heavy oak door. “I’m here to collect my mate.”
“Well hello to you too, Rhysand.” I stood, crossing the room and clasping his hand. “It’s good to see you again. You’re early though, aren’t you?” I glanced at the clock; it was indeed only 11 pm.
“Maybe a bit. But you remember the last time Feyre was here for ladies night? She couldn’t fly straight for a week!”
“How could I forget?” I laughed, shaking my head. There had been quite a few times Feyre had needed to stay the night at the Winter Court palace to sleep off the effects of Viv’s famed ladies nights. “I’ll let Feyre know you’re here.”
Rhysand nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets and peering at the various knickknacks lining my shelves.
“And don’t steal anything this time!” I said over my shoulder, and Rhys’ roaring laugher followed me out.
It wasn’t hard to pinpoint the trio’s location, due to the roaring laughter flooding through the palace halls. It echoed off the smooth stone walls as I strode towards the sitting room. Viviane’s voice rose above the laughter of our guests.
“… Look all I’m saying is that I took care of this Court for fifty years, all by myself. I don’t know why he won’t just name me High Lady!”
My brow furrowed and I paused just outside the threshold. I normally wasn’t one to eavesdrop, but…
“It’s because he’s afraid you’ll stage a coup.” I rolled my eyes. That would be Morrigan, of course. “But I say just do it! You wanna be High Lady, you gotta take matters into your own hands.”
“No, let’s not do that.” Ah, Feyre, the voice of reason. “Viviane, he probably doesn’t know that you’re truly serious about wanting the title. I can tell you, it’s a lot of work and a lot of pressure.” I peeked around the corner, cautious to stay out of the light of the fireplace.
“Yes, yes I know.” Viviane waved a slender hand, dismissing her words. “But I do want it.” She stared into her wine glass, swirling the liquid. My stomach twisted at the hurt in her tone. Its not like I didn’t want to name her High Lady- she knew that. But the title carried so much weight, and I didn’t want to burden her with it.
“Well, you know what I want?” Mor said, clapping her hands together and rising unsteadily to her feet.
“Do tell,” Feyre purred, quirking a brow.
Mor’s grin was nothing short of predatory. “I’ve got Viv’s sister waiting for me upstairs, and if I wait any longer, I’ll miss all the fun.”
“Oh Gods, Morrigan, I really didn’t need that mental image!” Viv’s face turned sour and the other girls laughed. I stepped back as Mor sauntered from the room.
“Oh, hello Kal.” She blinked, then grinned. “You better get in there, I think your wife has had a few too many.” I quirked a brow at her. Judging by the glassy look to Morrigan’s own eyes, I would say the same about her.
“Thank you, I was just about to see if you three needed anything.”
“I was just leaving.”
“So I heard.”
Morrgian stuck her tongue out at me, mumbling something inaudible as she stumbled along the hall. I chuckled, shaking my head as she wobbled in her unstable heels. She always was the wild one of the bunch.