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╰┈˚ · ° .  EXCITEMENT ALMOST BUBBLED OUT  from Rhysand. It was a strange and unusual sight, the powerful High Lord skipping down the moonstone floor.

But not an unwelcome one.

With laughter almost spilling from my lips, I called after the violet-eyed male, "Can you slow down? And where are we going?"

"Put at good use those new Fae legs and walk faster." He took a second to turn around and speak to me before he was once again speed walking down the hallway.

In the end, after various turns to the left, multiple to the right, up several flights of stairs, the High Lord led us to a magnificent library. Ceiling high bookshelves lined the walls made with natural black wood that had hand-carved incisions made with meticulous precision. On three of the four walls, to break the pattern of bookshelves, there were open windows that gave a clear view of the outside. In the middle of the library stood a long table, and from above, a glass chandelier that reflected the light of the stars dangled. Additional glass lanterns were sporadically placed around, helping the chandelier light up the room— which all lit up with flames as the High Lord entered the room.

I didn't even have the time to appreciate the beauty of the room because Rhysand, with a never dimming energy, lips continuing to tug upwards into a smile, brows lowered in concentration, was already looking around himself.

The raven-haired Fae snapped his fingers together and books flew from the shelves and onto the table to the command of his magic.

"High Fae with the ability to manipulate blood are called Bloodsingers. The name— from what I know— has various meanings behind it. No one knows exactly what it is the real one. Maybe it's from the way they can feel the blood coursing through the veins calling to them like a siren song. Or the way heartbeats sound, each different, and so a different song personal to every person."

"Yeah, it does make sense." I mumbled as I heard every word with the most interest. Curiosity coursing through my body.

"Bloodsingers are very rare." Rhysand said almost hesitantly, raising his eyes from the book that he was looking through to glance at me. "There is always just one alive at one time."

Of course. I was an outcast even with my powers now— I couldn't help the bitter thought.

"Why just one?" I asked, concealing my emotions by taking one of the dozens of books now on the table. This one depicted women, blood flowing all around them— around their wrist, arms and hand, creating weapons from the crimson liquid, or even just auras made with it all around the pages... The only color was the red of the blood and the different shades of red of their hair. Just like mine.

"Every Court has different Fae and Fearies that have abilities or are a type to just exist in one territory. Mostly, it's because they are tied to the element or season of that Court." Rhysand's next words made me snap my head towards him. "Bloodsingers exist in just one Court and each one of them is tied to the High Lord that rules at that time."

My eyes widened enough to have the dimension of coins. I opened and closed my mouth, lacking words. Tied to the High Lord.

"Let me guess." I spoke, connecting the dots. "They just exist in the Night Court."

"Yes." Rhysand smirked, proudness shining in his violet eyes lightening them up. "For thousands of years every High Lord of the Night Court had a connection with the Bloodsinger. But it's not just that. The Bloodsingers are not only tied to the High Lord, they are connected to the Court too. Long ago, the blood magic of the first Bloodsinger tied itself to the Night Court. After her, as new High Lords came, new Bloodsingers were discovered. All of them had a connection with the High Lords and the Night Court."

I sighed out a breath as I took in all the information. It was a lot. The books were already forgotten as I choose insted to lose my gaze up at the mountains outside. It was unmistakable now that I became aware of it, the way I could feel my magic roar and the blood flowing inside my veins lit up with excitement. But my heartbeat was steady and my muscles relaxed. I had never felt more alive and safe.

"It's called Eardreor. The connection between the High Lord and the Bloodsinger." Rhys said softly, not breaking the soft and comfortable atmosphere that was created.

"Eardreor." I muttered, testing the word on my tongue as I twirled the end of a strand of my crimson hair between my fingers.

"It means 'connected by magic, blood and life' " He explained.

"Life?" I snapped my head towards him. For sure it didn't mean—

Rhysand cleared his throat and answered, "If the High Lord dies, the Bloodsinger does too."

"Wait what?! I did not sign up for this."

Rhys let out a scoff, lips tugging into a cocky smirk. "Don't worry. I'm the most powerful High Lord in history. No one is going to kill me."

"I wouldn't put it past me to kill you. And if you die and I die, you can see what the problem is." I joked, or more so half-joked. He was annoying enough that I would put past me to just kill him. Probably not, but still.

"Such a charmer you are, Vee." Rhys rolled his eyes with mirth as if he knew I was lying.

"I know, thanks." I replied with a huff.

"My guess is that when you died, the magic of my Court brought you back through your connection with it."

"So I'm alive because I'm a Bloodsinger." I sighed. I still didn't know if I was disappointed to be still alive or not, if I had to be honest. And from the sadden glim that showed through his eyes, I knew that even Rhys could see that. "When Feyre and I were first brought to the Spring Court, I always felt like something was wrong. Like I wasn't supposed to be there. I thought that it was because I was human and I was in Prythian, a land made of magic, but Feyre never felt it so I just didn't thought more about it. But maybe it was because I wasn't supposed to be there. At the Spring Court." I said in a whisper, afraid of revealing too much. Emotions are a weakness. Then, I suddenly remembered something. "This actually explains why The Suriel looked at me when it said 'Night' when it told Feyre about all the Courts in Prythian." I chuckled. I kinda liked The Suriel.

"You two catched The Suriel?" Rhysand asked with wide eyes that showed his disbelief.

"Yes? From all I said you just comprehended the part where I said 'The Suriel'?" I scoffed.

"Two humans catched The Suriel." He mumbled more to himself than anything else.

"Rhysand!"

"Alright, alright." he laughed as he amusedly evaded my hand as I tried to slap his arm. "Anyways, Bloodsingers always held a special place in the Night Court." He started, "Since the beginning, they are always found to the right side of the High Lord of the Night Court."

"Like a second in command?" I questioned.

"No. Bloodsingers rule the Court alongside the High Lords. They have the highest rank after them." He explained, "Trust is a precious thing. Even the person closest to you can betray you, but the bond between the High Lord and the Bloodsinger is sacred. It's too strong. Betraying it would be impossible. Like going against yourself. If everything would be lost, there still would be something. That is why Bloodsingers are so high in the ranks. And other than that, since they are connected to the land, my people know that Bloodsingers first thought is to them, to the Court, they have the utmost loyalty to you, someone to give their trust even if it could easily falter to High lord."

Oh. I guess he actually knew I was probably lying when I said that I would be the one to kill him.

The High Lord chuckled as he saw my face, and then he joined me as we both looked outside at the mountain.

I could see the slight sadness showing when he had said the last phrase. He was over 500 years old and until now he ruled alone. I just know that not having a Bloodsinger— with how he spoke and from what I knew of the fae folk— he didn't have the best time sometimes, probably because of the lack of the exact figure of the Bloodsinger.

Rhys spoke again, "I searched for hundreds of years for my Bloodsinger. Sometimes I even thought that I was never going to find you. "

Because I was the Bloodsinger. I was his Eardreor.

"Sorry that I made you wait that long, I was too busy not existing yet." I grinned before exchanging it for a softer smile. One that I felt coming from my heart as I spoke once again sealing my fate. "But I'm here now." 

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˗ˏˋ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ˊˎ˗

Hello everyone!

This is a kind of an info dump chapter, sorry. Lmaoo.

I hope that you liked and found interesting all the lore behind the bloodsingers. I personally am very proud of what my mind came up with.

Maybe Maiven found her place after all? Who knows?

I explained the meaning behind the bloodsinger's name. I know that many of you from the old version found it funny. (It kinda is. Twilight vibes, this is the skin of a killer Bella.)

Next chapter is going to be so funny. Maybe it's my favorite one.

Anyways, thank you for reading this chapter, I'll see you on Tuesday!

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