For cassian prints maybe cassian telling nesta that they are mates.
It had been one hell of a day. He swirled his amber drink.
He was lucky and he knew it. He knew that even through the trials and tribulations that the Cauldron and Mother were looking out for him. It was just enough, the balance of shit and the balance of good. His wings would heal, he knew they would and the healers knew they would. It would have been easier for the damage to occur a hundred years ago or even during the first wave of the pending war. But convenient was not always a part of life.
He was still a commander. There was still a war to plan. Wings to heal. A mate to heal.
He knew deep down she was not as broken as Feyre or as broken as Elain had recently become. But there was still damage, it was her stubbornness that refused to allow her to break at the same level.
Cauldron a mate. If it was not for their mother, he would have never known Illyrians could mate. She had been the only Illyrian he knew to mate. He had a feeling that their backwards ways were to blame. Never leaving their mountains, even their clans.
Nesta Fucking Archeron was his mate. Equals … that they were. They both had walls. Hers were of the steel and ice type. His were full of arrogance and laughter. Squints and smirks. They lived and died to protect those they loved.
Speaking of the hell cat. He had to chuckle at that thought, yes was as much a hellcat as his mother was a wildcat. Neither took no for an answer.
“I see you are drowning your sorrows.”
“No sweetheart, just taking the edge off, care for a glass?”
“You would offer me a glass?”
He was a little shocked at her response. It must have read in his face.
“In the human realm females are dolls, only good for one thing. Alcohol is not something you waste on a female.”
“No better time than the current.”
They went glass for glass. And with each glass, the ice around Nesta melted. She was beautiful and behind that she was caring. So damn caring. He wanted to murder her parents, the so called family friends, and a very stupid human boy. He said as much.
“Why do you care?”
“Because Nesta, you are my mate and even if you were not, the people that hurt you deserve to be hurt. Because they never saw you. They never saw the girl that cared. They never saw that girl. They could not see beyond their selfish needs to see your heart. So instead they broke it over and over again, until you built walls so high, that you could only love Elain and Feyre.”
Shit. Did he say mate. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Well that confirmed it. Shit.
He stumbled over his own words, he would have stumbled sober. “You still have a choice. Just because we are mates, does not mean you have to accept the bond. And honestly, I do not want you to accept it until you are sure. I do not want you to accept it unless you love me. I would be honored if you chose me, if you accepted it.”
She paused a moment, contemplating, her nose scrunched just like Feyre’s. “I want the same from you.”
How did she not know?
“Sweetheart, I have loved you since you kicked me in the balls.”