If I could describe the Twilight Court in one word, it would be orderly. Even I was impressed by how much attention was given to the court itself as it was clearly the only court that had been viewed as a lesser place. Yet, even then, the current head of the Court, High Lord (Lady but that was preference it seemed) Furca, was showing that she wasn't brought down by the other High Fae. Indeed, to be willing to continue after her husband's death was quite clearly astonishing.

Though, that wasn't everything to this Court.

The Courtroom was simple in placement, four tables that were angled into the shape of a diamond. The throne for the High Lord facing the simply carved doors, while windows were arranged to catch the dying light of the setting sun. Orderly, simple and yet, made me feel intimidated at the same time.

"Seems the court will be gathering very soon." Rhysand said softly, looking around.

High Lord of the Night Court and former interest, Rhys was only here due to the summons of Furca and the girl that was always at the side of Death's Heir, Laureen. I had only met Laureen once, the day when the Heir of Death had returned from his quest set by Death herself. Originally from the mortal world, Laureen had been a powerful vampiress until she was framed for a crime she never committed, branding her "fallen" upon the race.

Until she had been magically brought into the Grand Court and turned from her normal form into a High Fae hybrid. A rare breed it seemed, as she was also the holder of most of the Heir's powers.

Or so it was said that she was that, I couldn't be sure whether or not to trust the stories of Death. Even then, it was strange to even think that Death was a woman in the first place.

I felt Rhys pull me to the side as the doors opened, showing High Lord Furca. The Fae was a beautiful woman with dark brown hair, burning golden eyes with an aura that felt of peaceful power. She was wearing a collared dress, her shoulders bare and the color of dark violet. The Fae looked at us before she walked over, bowing her head in respect.

"High Lord Rhysand," She said, her voice was soft and collected, "High Lady Feyre, I am sorry for the short notice but it seems that the Mortal world has started focusing on my son."

"I see, but why?" I asked, studying the other woman carefully.

Furca shook her head in disgust, "Seems that my son's true name was pulled out of the artifact known as the Goblet of Fire. However, its been one of those old relics that were sent away due to its unreliability."

"Goblet of...Fire?" I had never heard of such an object before in my long life.

"A Goblet that was forged by the Day Court ages ago," Rhys said, like it was common knowledge, "it was a semi-sentient artifact that would pick the names of Fae that would represent their Courts in Gladiatorial games, until its power started dwindling. It was sent to the Mortal world without a second thought before the Wall was built."

"And," Furca continued, as the rest of the Court filed in, "it seems the Mortals used it for the same purpose, a tournament between schools until it was disbanded in the mortal year of 1778, if I remember correctly."

My mouth turned dry, "And they've started it up again?"

"Yes, but supposedly, it was going to be the safest one." Furca hissed darkly, clearly agitated.

I bet it isn't going to be at all, I thought to myself dryly as I looked up as my ears caught the sound of approaching footsteps. Stepping into the courtroom was a muscular, blue skinned male, wearing a dark purple harness across his chest. His face or rather head, was a floating skull that had a dark violet hood on it. In his hand was a staff, on the tip was a sphere that had a ram like creatures skull on it.

He turned his gaze onto me before I felt a warm presence brush my mental shields, almost like a caress. I had never felt something so gentle do that until now, but it was like a fire against my barrier. Though this was clearly from the figure, he wasn't even looking at me directly, which made my head spin a little. His powerful mental magic was very alluring but it pulled away, making me feel cold.

"High Lord Rhysand, High Lady Feyre," He said calmly as he bowed his head slightly in greeting.

It was clear he respected us but didn't see much more than that, but it wasn't his fault. He hadn't been around the other courts to even see what the High Lords and myself could do.

"Lord Hadrian," I said, bowing my head to him, "It is good to see you after this long."

"How long is long enough, High Lady Feyre?" He asked softly, his voice deep, like a swift river going over a cliff.

Hadrian of the Twilight Court, Heir of Death. My heart fluttered a bit as I looked into his eye sockets, where bright emerald green flames burned within. My skin heated once more before he stepped closer and I could see his mouth, fangs filled his jaws along with his human teeth. Rhysand stepped back, clearly the much more powerful Fae was making him feel small. Power it seemed was abundant for Hadrian but it didn't seem to truly affect myself as he looked down at me.

I felt his mental brush against my shields once more, a message, or even an invitation to come with him for a walk. I nodded slowly before he turned, letting me walk with him. I could feel Rhys's protective gaze on my back as I was followed by Hadrian into an empty hallway, the door closing behind us.

We didn't speak for several minutes before he spoke up, his voice tense.

"I will be going to this tournament but I do not want to go alone."

I glanced at the blue skinned figure, wondering what he was getting at. He paused before looking directly at me, his fiery eyes dimmed to a gentle candle flicker.

"I have been having these visions, of you and me at a castle…" He started, as I realized something, "But I couldn't tell you to come with me, High Lord Rhysand is so overprotective as of late and after...the last time I saw you, I didn't wish to interfere."

I shook my head, " You could have sent me a letter, you know but it would of been harder for me to get to it after the backlash of the war."

Honestly, that was the problem with any war, the backlash and this one was no different. I had lost so much in it, much more that I could have thought at all. Hadrian seemed to pick up my emotions, his hand touching my shoulder, clearing my mind almost instantly.

"I understand," He nodded his head, "Hybern came for our court in the early days of the War of the Cauldron, I had faced him myself. I defeated him with many losses before I had to use everything to banish him from our lands. That was one of the reasons he was searching for that bloody cooking pot anyway, to destroy me."

He removed his hand as we walked onward, the sun setting now, filling the hall with majestic colors. I couldn't believe this had happened to him, but Hadrian wasn't done talking.

"I felt the magic take what you had from you as payment, it was the cruelest payment it had taken in this era." He looked towards me and I felt his pain, knowing the loss itself, "That's why I want to ask you to come with me to the Mortal world, to see if we can find solace and heal these wounds of a war that took nearly everything from us."

I paused before I nodded, smiling a bit at him.

"I accept, Hadrian but first," My smile turned into a sultry grin as I cornered him in the hall, making his fiery eyes burn brighter in surprise. I wasn't even sure why I was doing this but I felt so warm and happy, "I want something in return, is that alright?"

He nodded, I could feel his heartbeat quicken in his chest, "A-anything, as long as it's reasonable."