A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2)

by Sarah J. Maas

Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don’t feel anything at all.

<3

It had been two months since Tamlin had proposed—two

Oh okay caught me off gaurd

“It’s not safe,” Tamlin said, again nudging his stallion into a walk.

Dain vibes....

“Hello, Feyre darling,”

RHYSAND!! HELLO BABY I MISSED U <33

“Welcome to the Night Court,”

thanks happy to be here xx

“Maybe I resent the idea of you letting those sycophants and war-mongering fools in the Spring Court make you feel inadequate.

THANKK you ilYSM rhysie <33

“I’m his subject, and he is my High Lord—” “You are no one’s subject.” I went rigid at the flash of teeth, the smoke-like wings that flared out.

<3 rhyss

Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord. Rhysand is the most delightful High Lord. Rhysand is the most cunning High Lord.

fax tho

Cassian even more so—he’s

Heard of u too

Rhysand is interesting; Rhysand is gorgeous; Rhysand is flawless

ik this is him being cocky but fax tho

but Lucien’s gaze kept bouncing from me, to Tamlin, then to his plate.

A child of divorce

The grin that had been on his face faltered. “Feyre.” Rhys’s eyes lingered, taking in every detail. “Are you running low on food here?”

<3

Rhys let out a low chuckle and got to his feet, stretching his muscled arms over his head and rolling his neck. As if he’d been sitting there for a long, long while. For the entirety of the night.

WAITING FOr HERRRRR

Part Two The House of Wind

Thoughts so far: im sometimes bored but Rhys makes its okay

Decided that, perhaps, the Spring Court might not be my home.

Icl this is rather random

The most powerful High Lord in history.

YEAH HE IS

Maybe it’d be a mercy to be ended— A broad hand gripped my face—gently enough not to hurt, but hard enough to make me look at him. “Don’t you ever think that,” Rhysand hissed, his eyes livid. “Not for one damned moment.”

aw ily

He gripped my elbow, again with that considerate gentleness, but strong enough to make me pause.

Unlike tampon...

Rhys snapped out a wing, blocking my path.

NAH DUDE STOP THATS SO HOT

“You say the word tonight, and we come back here, no questions asked. And if you can’t stomach working with me, with them, then no questions asked on that, either. We can find some other way for you to live here, be fulfilled, regardless of what I need. It’s your choice, Feyre.”

Respectful king

“I’m thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety. And I’m thinking maybe he knew that—maybe not actively, but maybe he wanted to be that person for someone. And maybe that worked for who I was before. Maybe it doesn’t work for who—what

exactlyyy. tampon and feyness love was really forced and bland it really felt like this, he took so much advantage of this.

Rhys slid his hands into his pockets. “The last I heard, Cassian, no one has ever taken you up on that offer.”

Shots fired LMFAO

“Cassian also excels at pissing everyone off. Especially amongst our friends. So, as a friend of Rhysand … good luck.”

CASSIAN'S A MF LEGENDDD AHHA WHAT A I ALREADY LUV HIM

Rhys chuckled from my other side. “Remind me to have family dinners more often.”

FAMILY DINERS😭🥹

“How did you—I mean, how do you and Lord Cassian—” Cassian spewed his wine across the table, causing Mor to leap up, swearing at him as she used a napkin to mop her dress. But Cassian was howling, and Azriel had a faint, wary smile on his face as Mor waved a hand at her dress and the spots of wine appeared on Cassian’s fighting—or perhaps flying, I realized—leathers. My cheeks heated.

LMFAO THIS MADE ME LOL 'LORD CASSIAN'

“Cassian,” Rhys drawled, “is not a lord. Though I’m sure he appreciates you thinking he is.” He surveyed his Inner Circle.

BAHHA

“I love my people, and my family. Do not think I wouldn’t become a monster to keep them protected.”

Aw rhyssss

Rhysand was hovering above me, his eyes wide. “It was a dream,” he said, his breathing as hard as mine.

Hot- I love the nightmare trope

Large, warm hands pulled my hair back a moment later. “Breathe,” Rhys said.

SHES THROWING UP & HE DOES THISSS AHH RHYSSSS UR THE STANDARD SIR

“I have this dream,” Rhys said as I retched again, holding my hair. “Where it’s not me stuck under her, but Cassian or Azriel. And she’s pinned their wings to the bed with spikes, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. She’s commanded me to watch, and I have no choice but to see how I failed them.”

Darlinggggg

I pivoted, barely turning in time. His other hand stroked long, soothing lines down the curve of my back, as over and over

HUSBAND

When I awoke, sun streamed through the windows, and I was in my bed—tucked in tightly to the fresh, clean sheets.

STOP IT HE CARFIED HER AND TUCKED HER IN . ACTUAL HUSBAND

stalked to him, snatching the lace away. “You’re drooling on the carpet.”

Bantz

Rhys looked up, hands braced on my thighs. Bow, he’d once ordered Tamlin. And now here he was, on his knees before me. His eyes glinted as if he remembered it, too.

OMG WOWW THE TENSION ANF FACTS

His hands lingered on my legs, wrapping around the back of them.

hot

“So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.”

'YOU ARE MY SLLVATION FEYRE' OMG FRAME IT RIGH FUCKING NOW FRAMR IT RN

“Who knows? With Cassian, he’s probably more interested in fucking you than protecting you.”

JEalous

“Did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?”

I FELL OFF THR BED

I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. I was a survivor, and I was strong.

absolutely queen

A faint smile bloomed upon Azriel’s mouth as he noticed Elain’s fingers white-knuckled on that fork,

Ship

“So you can’t eat normal food anymore—or are you too good for it?” A question and a challenge. Rhys’s fork clanked on his plate. Elain made a small, distressed noise.

normal fam dinner not awks at all xoxo

“I can eat, drink, fuck, and fight just as well as I did before. Better, even.” Cassian choked on his water. Azriel shifted on his seat, angling to spring between us if need be.

FEYRE settle down babes hahahaha THEIR REACTIONSSSSSSS

Rhys said, “Feyre is whoever she chooses to be.”

hes so fictional

I whirled to him, “I’m not—” Wood thumped on carpet, and a small bed appeared by the door. Rhys plopped onto it, tugging off his boots. “Nesta is a delight, by the way.”

I CACKLEDAHAHAHAHHAHAGA

A snap of Rhys’s fingers, and my nightclothes—and some flimsy underthings—appeared on the bed. “I couldn’t decide which scrap of lace I wanted you to wear, so I brought you a few to choose from.”

LMFAOO HES SO OUT OF LINE BUT SO FUNNY

Rhys came to my side as Azriel reached the Attor. “The next time you try to take her,” Rhys said to the Attor, “I kill first; ask questions later.”

I like protective Rhys

Try not to moan too loudly when you dream about me. I need my beauty rest. I got up, chucked the letter in the burbling fire, and gave it a vulgar gesture. I could have sworn laughter rumbled down the hall.

LOL

“I have two kinds of nightmares: the ones where I’m again Amarantha’s whore or my friends are … And the ones where I hear your neck snap and see the light leave your eyes.”

awww baby

“Try thinking of me—how good-looking I am. How talented—” “How arrogant.” “That, too.” He crossed his arms over his bare chest, the movement making the muscles in his stomach flicker. “Put a shirt on while you’re at it,” I quipped. A feline smile. “Does it make you uncomfortable?” “I’m surprised there aren’t more mirrors in this house, since you seem to love looking at yourself so much.” Azriel launched into a coughing fit. Cassian just turned away, a hand clamped over his mouth. Rhys’s lips twitched. “There’s the Feyre I adore.”

THIS. THI THIS THIS AHHAAHAAHA

“Touch me, Cassian, and I’ll remove your favorite part. Small as it might be.”

GOTTEMMMMM SHOTSSS FIRED