The scowl was prominent on the face of Nesta, an expression that you had become all too familiar with due to it very rarely being removed, usually only when a near miracle occurred to make her smile or laugh, although you were almost certain that joy was a completely foreign concept to her. She was stern and certain of her ways, very little changing how she thought. Although it was rather bothersome, it had been what had been the most endearing thing about her. It was a rare characteristic for a woman, especially an unmarried woman who was expected to find a husband and in hand her own worth.

With her father away on the continent and her youngest sister now off literally with the faeries, Nesta was in control of the house, the grand home she hoped would draw a bright and prosperous future for Elain, as long as the news of the fae and mortal queen's meetings were kept under wraps.

You assisted her in readying herself for the arrangement, to try and fit in amongst Queens and High Lords, fit in a world that she never wanted.

"I'm sure it will be okay," you said, far from sure of anything.

"It will as long as I have a say," she stated tidying up her hair in the mirror making sure it was all pinned into place, not a single strand out of place.

She may not be royalty, but she held herself as though she was raised in palaces and was to sit upon a throne.

"Everyone in that room will have more power than we could ever imagine," you stated. "However, I know that if even one of them holds any sense, then they will be smart to know you are the most fearsome one in there."

Nesta looked up to you a slight twitch to the corner of her lips.

"I allow such a meeting to occur within my home and whether they like to, they will listen to what I have to say if they wish to continue to destroy any reputation that I have worked to repair since our wealth has been restored."

"Feyre will listen," you assured her. "She wants what is best for both of our people, I just fear that even your fire will not burn bright enough to sway the minds of the queens who already seem to only care for the people they deem worthy on the continent. I'm their eyes we are naive children, fighting a battle that is not ours."

Her eyes narrowed. "It may not have been our battle but as long as my family is in danger, this war is as much mine as theirs."

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Written by Charlotte.