#thehighlordofspring

Despite the dangers, Kiara could not help but be drawn to the wall; her magic encouraged her, dancing under her skin as she stepped closer and closer. She had always been desperate for an explanation for her strange abilities, for why magic flooded through her human veins, and the only place an answer might be found would surely be in the Fae realm.

But she hadn't meant to walk through a gap in the crumbling wall; so enthralled by her own magic, she was hardly aware of what she had done until a figure appeared in front of her.

A figure that was decidedly not human.

"I - I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to intrude...I'll just - go back..." she stumbled out. In her fear, she lost her tentative control over her rebellious powers, and vines with threateningly sharp thorns wrapped themselves around her arms, as her magic seemingly tried to protect her.

Feyre was coming to terms with her freedom now and even so it felt weird to sometimes not think about her family even though she could feel the hole in her heart where they should be. Looking up at the clear blue sky she turned her head to change her view to the male laying next to her. Tamlin, she once thought of him as her jailer, but now she had a completely different view of him. He rescued her in a way from the life that she was living and she was thriving in his court.

One hand reached out to touch his as she looked back up at the sky a little smile touching her lips. "It feels nice being here with you too." She closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of the sun on her skin letting it tan her further than she had already become living here. He could leave her in this field and Feyre would take a nap on the plush grass dreaming about all of the things this meadow made her want to paint. "Do you ever wonder what it would have been like if you were born to a different family?" She asks quietly not daring to look at him.

He had been screaming her name again. Lucien knew it the instant he sat up in his bed his eyes scanning the room in a panic and his throat raw from yelling and crying. His cheek was wet from the tears, but he could feel someone else in the room. His gaze adverted from the mother male who was sitting at the edge of his bed his weight nor hulking form having been noticed before. "I'm sorry if I woke you." He ran a hand through his fiery strands and sighed trying to get his nerves under control.