I mean, props to him for not simply scaring them into it, but at the same time I have no fucking clue how this power dynamic is supposed to make sense where they’re all terrified of him but also refuse to be influenced by him. The same Court of Nightmares that Rhysand has frequently complained that the bane of his existence is that he can’t get them to behave and act civilized. For some reason everyone in the Court of Nightmares is deathly afraid of Rhysand. Rhysand arrives fashionably late, and Morrigan warns everyone present that “Your High Lord approaches is in a foul mood”, which does make everyone tense up. I forgot that’s who this was because there are just entirely too many damn characters in this story. They arrive at the throne room and are greeted by a man that Feyre immediately realizes is Morrigan’s father, Keir. Feyre enters with Morrigan, and she notes that the only faeires they cross paths with are high fae, and none of them acknowledge them. They arrive at the Court of Nightmares, which Feyre notices is indeed a lot like Amarantha’s Under the Mountain, but orders of magnitude larger. They stop and try to investigate but find nothing, because even assassination attempts in ACOMAF are boring. While flying to the Court of Nightmares (on their dick-wings, don’t forget, this is canon), ash arrows shoot at them (remember ash is the only wood that can kill a faerie). “I bet you could get into some interesting positions with those wings.” EVERY TIME THEY’RE FLYING AROUND, THEY’RE FLYING BECAUSE OF THEIR DICK-WINGS. I’M FUCKING SORRY, BUT APPARENTLY IN ACOTAR WINGS ARE DICKS. “During sex, an Illyrian male can find completion just by having someone touch his wings in the right spot.” You know how in the first book, everyone was secretly under a curse where they couldn’t talk about the curse? Is there gonna be a plot twist in this book where instead the curse is they all had to make every conversation about sex? “And during sex?” The question blurted out.
“It feels like this,” he said, and leaned in so close that his lips brushed the shell of my ear “That,” he said tightly, “is very sensitive.”
I said over the wind, “Amren and Mor told me that the span of an Illyrian male’s wings says a lot about the size of… other parts.” Smooth. I give up.Īs is par for the course, traveling to the Court of Nightmares is apparently the perfect moment for Feyre and Rhysand to do some awkwardly graphic flirting. I’m not even trying to keep track of it anymore.
Today’s mission that is disparately part of Rhysand’s convoluted scheme to save the world involves going to the Court of Nightmares and speaking with his staff for a while in order to buy time for his friends to steal a MacGuffin from his staff.
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