What if Rhys had met Feyre back when she was still a
little girl, alone in the woods and hunting for her family? Inspired by this
beautiful work of art, here’s the hypothetical meeting between an abused, tired
Rhysand and a tiny Feyre.
rarely leaves Amarantha’s court Under the Mountain.
rarely leaves her bedroom, for that matter. Life is just a frenzy of lies, sex,
dancing, drinking, hatred and torture these days and he has long given up on
making his existence bearable. He doesn’t really care anymore.
doesn’t care for the stares they give him, the names. He doesn’t care for those
pitying glances. He doesn’t care when Amarantha is straddling him, using him,
her fingers pulling his hair.
Court is covered in masks right now, but Rhysand might as well be wearing one,
too. He doesn’t recognize himself in the mirror anymore. He murmurs things in
her ears, he lies, promises, he kills on her behalf, he smirks and laughs and betrays,
and he isn’t sure he can ever get back from that.
doing it for Velaris and his beloved ones. That is what he tells himself, over
and over and over again, when he’s buried inside her or when he snaps someone’s
neck. It’s the only reason he’s still holding on. Velaris. Mor. Amren. His
brothers. His court.
Court of Dreams. It’s like a
bitter joke, ashes in his mouth. He doesn’t know if he will ever see them
again. Doesn’t know if he wants to- after what he’s done.
probably won’t ever see them again. This nightmare will never end.
is miserable. Rhys doesn’t care.
the way things are developing right now, his old enemy Tamlin is going to join
them in a few years- 42 years have passed and that fool, that idiotic fool hasn’t managed to break the
curse. If he realizes that he could save them all, Rhysand doesn’t know.
Perhaps Tamlin is just trying to protect those he loves as well. Perhaps he’s
trying- perhaps he’s fighting.
also doesn’t care that Amarantha sends him to the human realm today. To find a
group of fae from Dawn Court that have escaped; find them, bring them to her,
watch her torture and kill them and fuck her afterwards. It’s nothing to him.
He’ll play his part. He’ll be urgent and passionate- I’ve been aching for you, my queen, my everything, woman of my dreams-
only you, only ever you- he’ll make her scream his name and kiss her
the while, he’ll be somewhere else. He’ll be talking to Amren, quietly. He’ll
be drinking with Cass and Azriel, playing cards. He’ll be dancing with Mor. He’ll
be walking through the streets of Velaris.
the only thing he has. And even those memories are further and further away
from him with each passing day. Rhysand is afraid that he’ll wake up some
morning and find that there’s no fight left inside him- that he’ll just give
in a forest, close to the wall. It’s spring, but snow still covers the trees
and the ground. He will encounter no humans here- none of them would be so
foolish, so daring to get this close to the wall. He sits down next to a
stream, closes his eyes and just doesn’t think. A few, scattered moments of
peace- he takes what he gets.
few moments. Then he’ll hunt those poor bastards down.
is twelve, and she’s been roaming this forest for a year now. She’s been
following the village’s hunters; copy the way they set their snarls, carry
their bows. She has a dream: she’ll hunt so much food her father will get
better again. Nesta and Elain will get fatter, rounder, and they will both find
very handsome men to marry. Then it’ll be Feyre and her father, and she’ll hunt
for him while he reads at home, and in the evening, she’ll cook for him and
paint a little.
far, she hasn’t ever shot anything bigger than a rabbit, and that one time was
on accident. The snarls are what works better.
fifteen yesterday. Feyre knows her sister has hoped their father would say
something, but he has forgotten all of their birthdays. Nesta has looked like
murder all day long. Elain tried to talk to her, but she locked herself in their
and Nesta are very sad, Feyre knows that. They remember more of their mother
and they talk about her sometimes, exchanging bits and pieces of who she used
to be. In the beginning, right after they moved into the little hut at the
village’s edge, they tried to be there for her- but they have too much to worry
about, now. They never even play with each other. They don’t thank her when she
brings food home.
makes her way through the trees. She must always stay away from the wall-
dangerous creatures are there, fae. She’s so afraid of them she has nightmares
today, some inner voice tells her that the wall is not dangerous. That no fae
will hurt her. And almost by themselves, their feet make her walk closer and
closer to the buzzing, invisible thing
that separates their human world from the fae.
she comes onto a clearing, she sees a man. He is sitting on a fallen tree branch
next to a river and his head his lowered, almost as if he were praying. He
doesn’t carry weapons, but his clothes are fine and elegant- he must be a rich
merchant, lost in the woods.
she’ll get a reward if she leads him out of here. Curiosity gets the better of
her. “Are you okay?”, she calls over to him, and that is the exact same moment
he looks up and meets her eyes.
knocks the breath out of her. He’s a fae. His ears are long and pointed, and
there is something otherworldly in his features that marks him as different.
it. She is going to die. Nesta and Elain and her father will starve because she’s
not there anymore. How could she be so careless, hunting so close to the wall?
man takes in her unwashed hair, her threadbare clothes, her make-shift bow. “You
should not be here”, he rasps. “You should run.”
tries to be a still as she can be. The man doesn’t get up, doesn’t come closer.
As if he knows that she’ll start screaming if he does.
he commands, angry. “Don’t ever come here again. Understand me? Don’t go into
the forest at all. Stay at home.”
she should do just that, run until she’s far away from him, but…
have to”, Feyre says. “I have to hunt.”
you don’t. A small girl like you should stay with her family.”
don’t understand.” She steps closer, her bow still ready in her hand. “My
family will starve if I don’t. I am doing all of this for them.”
man breathes in, sharply, and she swears that she sees devastation in his eyes.
father can’t take care of us.” Why the words are spilling from her mouth like
that, Feyre doesn’t know. “And my sisters are scared. I have to be strong, even
when I’m afraid- for them.”
man stares at her.
you going to hurt me?”, Feyre asks. She tries to hide that she is scared of
that fae. She tries to pretend that she could shoot him, if she wanted.
shakes his head, slowly. “Of course not.”
are you doing here, then? Shouldn’t fae be on the other side of the wall?”
man smiles a bitter smile. “Usually, we should. But I…was allowed a little
you a hunter, too?”
closes his eyes. “I suppose.”
you’re a little bit like me.”
He laughs. “Not really. But I am doing this for my family, too. All of this.”
doesn’t know why, but for some strange reason, it makes her very happy that the
man has a family. That he’s not alone.
good”, she smiles. “You should go be with them, not sit in the forest by
nods. “You’re right, of course. As should you.”
steps as close to him as she dares. The fae is very pretty, she realizes. All
the older village girls would probably be in love with him. But he looks sad,
she thinks, and she doesn’t know why, but it makes her heart ache a little. She
wants him smiling.
The fae nods his head and suddenly, a basket filled with bread and meat appears
in the snow. “Take that home to your family. It should give you enough food to
eat for the next few weeks. I can’t- I wish I could do more. But my hands are
quite literally tied.”
this some sort of trick?”, Feyre asks. “Some bargain? Some fairy magic?”
fae shakes his head, a flicker of amusement on his face. “No bargain, little
girl. Although I’m impressed you’re already so wary for your age.”
picks up the basket. This is better than the time she shot the rabbit. This is all
of her birthdays combined. “Thank you- what’s your name?”
he says, looking at his hands. “That’s what my friends call me.”
family you told me about?”
Rhys says softly. “My family.”
smiles at him. It comes so easy, the smile- because something deep inside her
core tells her that she doesn’t need to be afraid of him. And she trusts that. “Thank
you, Rhys. Your family is lucky to have you. You just saved mine today.”
still looks so very sad. “Then that’s something”, he says hoarsely. “Before you
go- one thing.”
suddenly there are talons in her head, and she can’t move anymore.
be over in a few moments”, Rhys says. “But I can’t let you remember me. She’ll
find out, somehow. She’ll break you just for fun.”
white blanket is thrown over her mind, and the next second, Feyre finds herself
alone in the woods.
just happened? Why is she here?
yes- she remembers- the rich merchant who she met on her way here showed mercy
and handed her the basket-
on earth is she doing so close to the wall?
turns around and runs. Today is such a good day. She feels happy, not just
because of the gift…but because of something else.
she can get through all of this.
she’ll find a way out of this someday.
has never done something like this, but he forces himself to forget her. He
pushes her image into the very, very back of his mind, he uses his magic on
himself and forces himself to forget about
that girl in the snow, that tiny, little huntress.
for some reason, he knows that she is important. For what, he doesn’t know. But
he’ll do what it takes to keep her hidden from Amarantha.
makes him cry out in pain to use those talons on himself, but-
finds himself standing somewhere in the forest.
he still here? He should go- hunt those Dawn fae down.
a weird feeling of goodness in the
back of his mind. Of happiness. And he remembers- that those he loves are out
there. That somehow, someday, he’ll see them again. That there is a reason for
feels hope, and he doesn’t know why.
I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them,
whispers a voice inside his head. He knows who said it-
remember. But that feeling lingers.
night, when Amarantha is on top of him, moving and moaning about how good this
feels after a kill, all he can think is the
clock is ticking, you bitch. You’ll go down soon. Someone will come and end
she leaves him, he showers and washes her scent off him. Someone is out there, he thinks. Someone good. This world is not completely lost. And for some
reason, he cares again. Cares about what happens. Cares about who wins.
Suddenly, he wants to fight.
night, he has the strangest dream. It’s a hand, unpacking a basket full of
bread, apples and meat. A small hand; a child’s hands. But it makes him so
inexplicably happy he thinks about that dream for days.
years later, when Rhysand has long forgotten about everything, he dreams of
that same hand again.
this time that delicate, female hand is drawing flowers on a table.
“We all have our stories, and I think I learned at a young age that life isn’t perfect. We are going to battle and we are going to struggle but there still are incredible moments filled with joy and you have to live in those moments."
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