#cassian.

         ‘ May I suggest a visit to the bar, so you can calm yourselves? ’

“Cassian,” Narcissa sang out, swaying in her dress as she stared at herself in the mirror. “Do you think Luc ever envies you?” A giggle passed her lips at the thought of it. “It’s funny to think of, isn’t it? I’d like to think he is. That would mean he cares, wouldn’t it?” Was it a real question? Or was she only musing at the very idea of an eventual, inevitable marriage to someone who really cared. “No matter. I don’t suppose you’d like to take my place for this dinner with the Minister this evening? I’ve run out of reasons to reschedule.”

*the inner circle is holding cameras and is either recording or rapidly taking pictures*

Cassian: trying to stuff his home made stew down Amren's throat.

Azriel: stealthily preparing for a fight as the Inner Circle proceeds to smother Amren with food.

Feyre: *wants to take Amren down to the restaurant the Inner Circle all went to where Amren drank blood*

Rhysand: telling Amren to eat her greens like the mother hen he is

Mor: breaking out bottles of wine and alcohol for Amren to drink

Nesta: is watching with a faint smile

Elain: is feeding Amren bread she made herself

Amren: trying to strangle Cassian for trying making the first thing she ever eaten his stew

       ‘ You’re not having a good night, are you, John? ’

Remember how Rhys, Azriel, and Cassian would seclude themselves in that cabin to drink and hunt????

Well this is that and no one can convince me other wise.