Game of Prythian

Chapter Twenty-Eight

For the good of all. Yet I was still alive, suffering in this world. Rhys pulled the wine glass from my hands, setting it on the side table. He murmured, "You've had the same glass for hours Kana."

"Not all of us can bounce back, Rhys." I claimed to be setting my head back against the pillows. Glaring up at the ceiling. My hair was perfectly shaped to hide the disgusting, grotesque scars. The half ear, the ragged edges that the knife had left.

Silence covered us like a blanket. Rhys declared, "You will always have a place in Night Court, Kana." I snorted, dread and sadness filling my numb bones. "Do you really believe that Rhys? That you won't change your mind at the drop of a hat should your mate, my sister who hates me, cry at the right time, frown at the perfect sentence?"

He stayed silent, I whispered. "Don't try to comfort me."

Rhys murmured, "You needed someone to talk to, Kana." I chuckled darkly, "I needed someone to talk to when I sat in silence not saying words for days at a time when my own sisters couldn't be bothered to visit a walking ghost."

The High Lord opened his mouth to speak, but shut it swiftly. He left without another word. No questions, I had always hated questions. To me they meant that whoever asked them didn't trust you.

Yet here, or the times when I sat making harsh decisions and crying afterwards, no one ever asked me 'why' then. Why did I not want to be comforted?

Simple: I did not deserve it.

The next morning I woke to a banging on my door. I arose quickly, dumping the half filled wine glass into the sink. The ghost who had taken to following me ran a steady hand down my hair.

"One second." I said loud enough for them to hear. I dressed in training leggings and tunic. Creaking the door open, Cassian grinned as he saw the training attire.

Cas cooed, "Wanna spar?" Yes. "I've already pissed Feyre off enough."

The General frowned, "She's busy with Rhys, we have time."

"She'll smell me from the fact that we trained, I'd rather not ruin the relationship with my sister that's already in ashes." I crossed my arms, tilting my head to the side.

Cassian grumbled, "Feyre can't pick who I train with."

I declared, "She'll say, 'First you lie to your family for years, then die because you can't be bothered to fight. Then you come back acting like you can take it all back?""

Cassian brow furrowed. Az spoke from the shadows, "Feyre is angry, she needs to do some yelling anyway." Cassian jabbed a thumb pointing at Az.

I sighed, all arguments had run out. Az added quickly, "Plus you are wearing training gear."

"You owe me a box of chocolates when she screams at me." I grumbled. Cassian nodded his head in agreement. Az inquired, "Why a box of chocolates? We could give you alcohol?"

"A box of chocolates because I can re-gift them to Feyre as a peace offering." I explained, having the ghost direct me toward Xer's room. "I need to go get something from Xer's room."

Leaving before more questions could be asked, I realized that I didn't hate their questioning so much. Then it dawned on me, I hated questions because I always felt like I was being interrogated by Mother again.

The demon smiled, "You deserve this." Shivering slightly, I knocked on Xer's door. He opened it, his morning hair making him look hotter than usual. I teased, "If you're trying to impress Morrigan leave your hair like that."