Crystal and Stars
Characters: Rhys/Feyre’s son & Kallias/Viviane’s daughter including the Night Court + Winter Court
Summary: The Night Court and Winter Court have become very close after the Hybern War. Two centuries after, Aspen is born (Rhys and Feyre’s son) and Gwendolyn [gwen-doe-linh] (Kallias and Viviane’s daughter) is born. The two courts visit each other time to time. Kallias and Viviane have invited Rhys and Feyre to the Winter Court for a ball that will take place.
Gwendolyn (Nickname: Lynn) admires Devon, a family friend that she knew since birth, but when things switch up, her feelings shift into something unexpected.
“Excuse me!” The maid screeched as she bolted down the corridor, driving a cart. Her shoulder hit against mine as she past by me, making me loose my balance. Servants chattered throughout the place as I strode inside the palace walls in my pale blue, laced dress.
Our palace was practically glass, for we had windows replacing every wall. Crystals draped from the ceiling and small, glowing lights dangled like stars.
It was winter solstice, which, in other terms means preparation of various delicacies, the finest music and the most extravagant dresses, all for partying. A great ball is thrown every year, and every citizen of the Winter Court is invited.
I turned left, heading down a dimmer hallway with less windows, striding towards two heavy, white doors that lead to the grand library where I spent most of my days.
The library was vast and filled with knowledge. It towered above the castle, for the ceiling had to be raised with all the books I had. Staircases were used to reach to the high level, where it was shaped like a dome to overlook the entire court.
When I was born, Helion Spell-Cleaver, High Lord of Day, gifted me with books, journals… even a spell book.
There were so many, and when I counted, I’ve only read 19 books.
There were 382, and much, much more.
Enough for my life time, at least.
I plumped onto my chair draped in white fur, and flipped to page 56 on the novel I was reading that sat atop my desk.
It was a romance novel, one I find very intriguing. I normally read biographies, or history, but this one caught my eye.
It tells a story about a young woman, who lived in riches until she fell in love with a peasant. Her family despised her, and banned her from their Kingdom.
Her sister despised her the most, for her family was gifted with such powers, and she did not inherit hers yet.
To trigger her powers to life, she killed the man her sister loved, causing anger to boil and trash inside her, thus letting the power free.
Her sister, Evangeline, knew that her mother and father would take her back if she had her powers, so she murdered the man her sister loved most to set them loose.
It’s a very two-faced story, I thought… Of what love truly is.
I read until I reached page 78, as three loud blats sounded on the library door.
“Gwendolyn!” a familiar voice shouted through the door.
I scurried towards the door, and unlatched the door with a thrust.
Devon stood at the entry way, his expression unreadable. He wore a white tunic, and his shaggy platinum hair shone brightly.
We were lovers of some sort. We have feelings for each other… but at the same time we deny it. It was a strange relationship.
Maybe there will be a mating bond between us one day.
“Have you forgotten what day it is?” He growled.
“It’s one week away from Winter Solstice!”
“Exactly!” His arms flung around. “Our guests are arriving, Lynn.” His voice was strained with worry.
“Already?” Who could possibly arrive one week early?
Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed throughout the hallway to my left. The stranger must be talking to… Cauldron boil me.
No, no, no, it couldn’t be. How had I forgotten? Of course mother and father were going to invite them this year.
Devon gave me a warning glare as my mother, and the heir of the Night Court faced Devon and I.
I immediately became stiff and poised as Aspen’s eyes interlocked with mine.
Devon grew cold, I felt the iciness radiate off him as he glared at Aspen.
“Ten years! And look how much you’ve grown!” My mother beamed at Aspen, then shot a glance at me. “I must attend to father now… Goodbye!” My mother said, and winnowed away in mist.
After she vanished, Aspen glided towards Devon and I, and smirked.
“Hello, Gwendolyn,” he purred. I held my breath as his infinite, deep blue eyes scanned my face. In a flash, he cocked his head to Devon, and held out his hand.
Devon, being the curt person he is, didn’t shake hands with him.
“Pleasure to see you too, Devon.” Aspen crooned.
Devon’s eyes went wide, for it was their first time meeting each other, and Aspen had found out his name without asking.
Devon has yet to learn that he is a daemati.
Devon’s eyes narrowed again as I exhaled a breath. Aspen straightened the lapels of his jacket, then put his hands in his pockets.
“You two have fun,” Devon drawled as he looked at me with no feeling and winnowed away.
What was that about?
I turned over to Aspen, his jet black hair seemed to glow. “Hi, Aspen, it’s been a while.”
“Devon is one gentleman,” He laughed.
“Do not insult a member of this palace,” I shot back. Aspen remained smirking.
“My apologies, lady.”
He walked into the library without an invitation and I followed him, hot on his heels. Aspen’s wings appeared as he flew to the high level and back down, then, analyzing the books I held in here.
“If you want a tour, just ask for it.” I spat.
He spun around and looked at me, his jawline and high cheekbones making my heart ache.
“Well, when is it?” Aspen held a book, flipping through the pages as if he was interested in reading it.
“Now,” I grabbed his wrist, as the book landed on the wooden floor with a thud, and winnowed to the palace gardens, snow and frost and ice swirling around us.