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

by Sarah J. Maas

For him, I had done this—for him, I’d gladly wrecked myself and my immortal soul. And now I had eternity to live with it.

Is that the first hint of bitterness that we're seeing?

I hated the bright dresses that had become my daily uniform, but didn’t have the heart to tell Tamlin—not when he’d bought so many, not when he looked so happy to see me wear them. Not when his words weren’t far from the truth.

he never told you what to wear before. you were comfortable in a tunic and pants all the time; that's what you wore and he never said a thing so why not just go back to that? Like you were never worried about it; you never cared about him caring about what you were wearing before so there's already a little bit of bitterness. you're resentful that he's telling you what to do and keeping you locked up in the house doing domestic things and you're mad. you won't tell him the truth about the dresses. Miss Maas didn't even give y'all a fighting chance Also kinda the same thing with her dad and the wards he put on their house and she didn't have the heart to tell them they were fake like Feyre you gotta start telling the truth

Honestly … Honestly, Ianthe, with her bright gold hair, those teal eyes, elegant features, and supple body, looked more like Tamlin’s mate. His equal.

Again with the irrational insecurity

And that would send another message—perhaps to the person I so desperately hoped had forgotten I existed.

Yeah sure

He kept his own quarters, deeming it vital for me to have my own space.

Totally but also you'd think after everything they've been through that kind of formality would go out the window and they'd want to spend every minute together very interesting that Maas does this I guess it makes for a more interesting story but just feels so unfair

“It’s fine,” I breathed. “I understand.”

No not fine more words communicate

“Isn’t that what all human women wish for? A handsome faerie lord to wed and shower them with riches for the rest of their lives?”

It's what the tiktok women want

“I don’t want to marry a High Lord. I just want to marry him.”

Welp. "just him" isthe high lord you can't have one without the other. and I get that his responsibilities as high lord are getting in the way of your relationship but you guys didn't start on realistic terms anyway. So now that things have changed you have to adjust

“One doesn’t exist without the other. He is what he is. He will always, always seek to protect you, whether you like it or not. Talk to him about it—really talk to him, Feyre. You’ll figure it out.”

Pretty good advice lucien they really do need to talk. I will say, more pressure's on her to be understanding of tamlin's behavior and not on tamlin to be understanding of what she's going through. and also poor lucien he's just like after everything that's happened I just need for things to be good again

“Tamlin got what I didn’t,” Lucien said softly, his breathing ragged. “We all heard your neck break. But you got to come back. And I doubt that he will ever forget that sound, either. And he will do everything in his power to protect you from that danger again, even if it means keeping secrets, even if it means sticking to rules you don’t like. In this, he will not bend. So don’t ask him to—not yet.”

And honestly i agree for now like she's going through it and he does need to be more reasonabe but like give it more time like are his rules so bad. Guess its the fact that she's grown and had rules at all

A few days before the wedding ceremony, guests began arriving, and I was grateful that I’d never be High Lady, never be Tamlin’s equal in responsibility and power. A small, forgotten part of me roared and screamed at that, but …

The wedding would raise morale she does have duties to fulfill but how can she do tgat without losing herself she like only gives herself two options

A fitting end would have been me in a grave, burning in hell.

Alright now

I knew then that she’d inspire hordes of young Fae females to join her order—not for worshipping their Mother and Cauldron, but to learn how she lived, how she could shine so brightly and love herself, move from male to male as if they were dishes at a banquet.

But like why is that always what confidence is portrayed as

Tamlin I’ll see him tomorrow.” Tomorrow, because tonight, Ianthe had told me, we’d spend apart. As dictated by their long-held traditions.

For faeries they're very mortal

… They had the look of people who had been together a long time, fought at each other’s sides. Tamlin’s friends. He’d introduced me to them, and I’d immediately forgotten their names. I hadn’t tried to learn them again.

"oh I love him, he's the only one for me I'd give up everything for him." but i won't try to meet his friends. she only wants it to be the too of them but if you're gonna be in relationship with someone you're also gonna have relationships with their people.

In a few hours, I’d be married. I’d have my happy ending, whether I deserved it or not. But this land, these people—they would have their happy ending, too. The first few steps toward healing. Toward peace. And then things would be fine.

no it won't the problem in the first place was that the weight of responsibility was thrust on her as a child and then the responsibility of saving all of Prythian and now the weight of Prythian rebuilding Prythian's piece is reluctantly on her shoulders. she can't carry that weight or if she does she can't do it alone. gotta change her idea of what happy ending means

I really, truly hated my wedding gown.

Honstly the worst thing ever to hate your gown

Not since my last trial had so many gathered to watch me, judge me. All in finery so similar to what they’d worn Under the Mountain. Their faces blurred, melded.

Shes just triggered all over the place

And red ones.

She said no red! And now look panic attack

purred.

Here we go 🙄

No—no, not now. “You try to break the bargain, and you know what will happen,” Rhys

But yes now, you wanted a way out

But Tamlin didn’t move—and those claws were wholly replaced by smooth skin. He fixed his gaze on Rhys, his lips pulling back in a snarl. “If you hurt her—”

Is she gonna be loke "tamlin why didnt you do anything?"

membranous

If i hear that or sensuous one more time

“How dare you—” Rhys snorted. “I certainly missed that look on your face.” He stalked closer, his movements feline, those violet eyes turning subdued—lethal. “You’re welcome, you know.” “For what?”

Super weird and intrusive the way he marked her and forced this connection between the two of them and also feyre you were askong to be saved. Granted you were asking tamlin to save you

Rhys paused less than a foot away, sliding his hands into his pockets.

He gotta do that all the time?

“Want? I want you to say thank you, first of all. Then I want you to take off that hideous dress. You look … ” His mouth cut a cruel line. “You look exactly like the doe-eyed damsel he and that simpering priestess want you to be.” “You don’t know anything about me. Or us.”

But he speaking the truth though

Tamlin had horrors of his own to endure, to face down.

But thats the thing about relationships you cant hide your burdens from each other

“Likewise.” He stalked a few steps away. “You think I enjoy being awoken every night by visions of you puking? You send everything right down that bond, and I don’t appreciate having a front-row seat when I’m trying to sleep.”

So can she get in your head the same way? And dont act like youre so oressed about jt you made the deal you gave her the tattoo

“You are not a prisoner, Feyre. You made a bargain, and I am calling it in. You will be my guest here, with the privileges of a member of my household. None of my subjects are going to touch you, hurt you, or so much as think ill of you here.”

So like were back to square one with the besuty and the beast thing kinda hades and oersephine vibes doesnt really know what her purpose is

‘You mortals’?” Starlight danced along the planes of his face. “Should I consider you something different?”

I'm annoyed all the things she's been thinking and feel for the oast three months in thr spring court he's gonna swoop in a fix, say all that she's been wanting to hear

I barely saw my silk slipper as it flew through the air, fast as a shooting star, so fast that even a High Lord couldn’t detect it as it neared— And slammed into his head.

Glad at least thats shes high fae and doesnt have to endure the court as a human

The bath.

Oop is that THE bathtub

Open, airy, plush, and … calm.

Everything the spring court wasnt

It didn’t excuse what he’d done. Even if he’d … saved me—I choked on the word—from having to refuse Tamlin. Having to explain.

Thats ultimately not good though because you need to confront this

Maybe I’d wait until the mating bond snapped into place,

Not how it works

“The nature of the Seasonal Courts,” he said, “is linked to their High Lords, whose magic and will keeps them in eternal spring, or winter, or fall, or summer. It has always been like that—some sort of strange stagnation. But the Solar Courts—Day, Dawn, and Night—are of a more … symbolic nature.

But no dusk

He watched every movement. Then he said quietly, “You’ve lost weight.” “You’re prone to digging through my head whenever you please,”

Ans what of it?

sensuous

Take a drink

Even with your shields up, I could get through them if I wished. You could train, though—learn how to shield against someone like me, even with the bond bridging our minds and my own abilities.”

Like snape training harry

“For this week? I want you to learn how to read.”

Oh praise gos cuz she xouldnt just go on like that

Then it drifted to the mangled fork. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re rather strong for a High Fae?” “Am I?”

Is she?

“Because you were resurrected and reborn by the combined powers of the seven High Lords. If I were you, I’d be curious to see if anything else transferred to me during that process.” My blood chilled. “Nothing else transferred to me.”

oooh true. are we gonna talk anymore about the fact that she wasn't just resurrected but by all the high lords? cuz she's all about how undeserving she is buy also maybe let's honor what was done by living well?

“Don’t get me started on what you did to me Under the Mountain.”

No but lets start right there

“Feyre,” Rhys said smoothly, “meet my cousin, Morrigan. Mor, meet the lovely, charming, and open-minded Feyre.”

New friend?

“Liar,” Mor said, pouring herself some tea and loading her plate. “You want nothing to do with us, do you? And wicked Rhys is making you sit here.”

We like her

She’s my only surviving family.” I didn’t have the nerve to ask what happened to everyone else.

Yeah cuz everybody be dying

Not being able to read had almost cost me my life Under the Mountain.

Not just yours lets not forget

“Not yet,” he said. “Shield. Block me out so I can’t get back in.” I already wanted to go somewhere quiet and sleep for a while— Claws at that outer layer of my mind, stroking—

This is hard to read

“Because war is coming, Feyre.”

“Put your damn shield up,