Hey! Thank you everyone for your comments about the fic! I honestly thought I wouldn't get a positive note, so thank you so much! Today I got bored and decided to upload a second chapter! Enjoy! Oh and Sadbh is pronounced Sigh-V, it's an old Irish name that I felt suited :)

Az's POV

The Night Court did not wear black for funerals. They wore sky blue colours, decorated with gold and white linings. They did not believe in mourning, they believed in celebration. Az looked at the streets lined with the mourning colours, the corners decorated with flowers. His favourite place to go to was the artists corner, he sat down on the bench and watched as the artists painted the walls.

Artists Feyre had taught.

He remembered her talking about the outreach programme, helping the people still troubled by the war or suffering from loss, helping them paint their emotions out instead of bottling them up. He heard the musicians somewhere, playing all the melodies they loved. Melodies that she loved.

Feyre, High Lady of the Night Court was dead. Azriel knew that the city wasn't the same, they had already received word from Helion, Thesan and Kallias passing on their sorrows, Tarquin had sent them silks to tie in the decorations to show peace. He hadn't heard anything from the Autumn Court or the Spring Court but Azriel didn't care about that.

He cared about his Court, and Nesta and Elain. They may be Fae and apart of the Court now but they still mourned like mortals. Elain was more open to the Nigh Court ways and sat with him nearly every night to make flower banners to hang around the city, but Nesta remained in black and in silence. Cassian could just about coax her to eat on good days, Azriel had noticed how Elain seemed more accepting of death. He wasn't sure if that was because she hadn't suffered loss as strongly as Nesta had but he was happy to sit with her every night in their court yard and create flower crowns. He loved the peace, the calmness. Azriel winnowed back to the House of Wind, stepping into the dinning room were Mor and Amren were sitting, reading through different papers that Helion had sent down to them to help with the transition on who was to take the Night Court. Naturally it was Mor, she wasn't High Lady though. But for now, they were happy with that. Amren looked at him then pointed to her glass, "Can you fill me up some more blood?"

"Technically you shouldn't be drinking that anymore, I think that considered cannibalism?"

"I will gut you alive" Azriel sighed, he still wanted to try and get Amren to try his meatball special, which was famous in Velaris and the Summer Court from the time he had spent there when he was younger, but she still refused to eat normal food. He filled the cup up then looked at her, sitting down hesitantly. "How are things?"

"They are…settling" Mor stated, pinching the bridge of her nose and looking at him. "How was the city?"

"Very good, but it had been the same when Rhys died. The artists have decorated all the walls, and any corners have been decorated with flowers and we've tied flower banners along the streets and to the bridge railings" Mor nodded, smiling at him. "She'd love that"
"She'd also love my meatball special, make a certain someone try it"

"Watch what you're saying, boy" Az looked at Mor when Amren spoke who just smiled at him, she was tired. He could see it. She could see the bags under her eyes, he had sent a message to Helion asking him to join them, to see if he could help with Mor. He trusted the High Lord of the Day, and he was also glad to have his guidance here. "Well this looks jolly" Cassian sat down at the end of the table, taking an apple and carving a sad face into the side of it making Mor narrow her eyes slightly. "Cassian"

"I'm just saying, this looks lovely. I'm glad we can all sit around here and continue with our lives"

"Cassian"

"Maybe Nesta is right to mourn as she does, maybe that makes it more affective, maybe it helps us. At least its not hiding under a fucking lie of saying everything is ok!"
"Cassian!" Mor snapped, looking at him and then pointing to the door, "Walk it off, now. Walk it off. And don't come back until you've calmed down"

"Calm down? Calm down? Azriel did I just hear her right?"

"You did"

"She just said to 'calm down'? Like calm down? You know you tell a child to calm down when they've been separated from their mother. You do not tell someone who just lost their High Lord and their High Lady to calm down!" He roared making Az take a deep breath, he stood up and walked to Cassian, gently whispering. "Time to go home brother, lets go home now. Mor and Amren have enough to do, I can cook you something when we get home" Cassian didn't speak, just nodded weakly and very calmly, Azriel winnowed them to their house.

Cassian's POV

They had got this cottage after the wall had first been built. They both needed somewhere to heal, and they took on the abounded cottage on the edge of the sea. Cassian loved the smell of the heather on the cliffs and the smell of the sea salt. He hated the wind, but that couldn't be avoided and the wind swept look did wonders to his hair. Az opened the door, leading him into their small cottage and turning on the lights, walking into his kitchen and collecting some herbs and pastas. "That wasn't very nice, shouting at Mor like that" he said calmly, filling up a dish with water to boil it. "I'm not a fucking child, Azriel"

"Well, that's questionable" Cassian didn't have it in him to snap back at him, he sat down at the table and looked at the bowel in the middle of the table. "I hate fruit," he murmured, making Az nod. "I know you do, but you do like pasta and spicy sauce" Cassian wasn't entirely sure when the tears started seeping out of his eyes, racing down his cheeks. He sniffed, brushing his hand along his nose to try and stop them. "Are you crying Cassian?"

"No, I have hayfever"

"I've known you for over five hundred years, you don't have hay-fever"

"I just…I really miss them" he choked out. Az set down his cooking items and walked over to Cassian, offering him a hand then walking across and wrapping his arms tightly around him. Cassian couldn't remember the last time someone had hugged him, just hugged him like this.

"I really miss them," he choked again, making Az nod calmly.

"I know, Cassian. I know"

"I…I wanted to protect her, why did I not protect her?"

"You did, Cass. You did. You protected her when it mattered, but she was still grieving for Rhys. She had just lost her mate, she was never going to fight getting stabbed. She wasn't going to fight it, because she saw Rhys, and she needed to be with him more than with us"

"She shouldn't have left us" he choked out, making Az nod again slowly, "I know, Cass. I know"

"She was my High Lady, my…"

"Cassian, she is with Rhys now. She'll get to meet Lena and Sadhb. Think of that, think of the family reunion"

"Sadhb, I remember her"

"Of course you do. She was Rhys's mother," Az chuckled, sitting down opposite him and sighing, "This wasn't your fault Cassian. Now, we need to run the Court. Now we need to show everyone that the Night Court still stands strong, Helion is coming soon to help us with all the politics"

"I wasn't ever any good at that," Cassian murmured thoughtfully making Az snort. "Of course you weren't, you never had the patience. You need to be ready, people could attack now while we are weak, do you understand?" Cassian took a deep breath, nodding slowly. "I understand"

"You are a warrior, you are brave. Rhys would give you a kick up the ass if he seen you like this, and Feyre would scold him but politely tell you to get it together" Cassian snorted, nodding and then taking another deep breath. "It's not right without him"

"It's not right without anyone when they're gone, that's what happens when people die. But why be sad when we can celebrate what they did? Celebrate how Feyre got the outreach programme, united families and victims, put up support groups and brought life back to the Court after Rhys died. We…we have that to uphold, we have their legacy and their memories"

"Legacy…what is a legacy? It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see"

"But it's about changing lives for the better" Az added calmly. He was always so calm, Cassian couldn't help but wonder had anything affected him since Lena's death. Maybe that's what made him so calm. Being able to speak from his own loss, from his own grief.

"Come on, I'll make us dinner. I've to go see Elain after I've eaten, make sure she's ok"

"How is that going?"
"There's nothing there. I'm helping her mourn and handle her grief. How is it going with Nesta?"
"Terrible. All she wants to do is fight, or cry or both. And I'm just stuck there, listening to her screaming and not being able to say anything to help her"

"You'll find the words someday, you'll be able to help her" he said gently, standing up and starting to return to the dinner. "Az?"

"Yes?"
"Thank you"

"You're welcome brother" Cassian smiled slightly, then relaxed, listening to Az ramble on about all the things he had seen today.

Feyre's POV

"Do you regret it?" he was here. He was next to me. He was talking to me.

"No" Rhys looked at me, a raising eyebrow then looked down at his hands. "You do Feyre"

"Ok, yes. I do. I miss everyone, it hurts a lot. But I have you now"

"You have me, for the rest of eternity"

"Az stayed the entire time"

"He always does, he did the same with my sister. He found her, and held her the entire time until I found him," he explained, kissing Feyre's shoulder softly. "You're here now"
"I'm here"

"They'll be ok" Feyre looked at him, tracing his cheek bone, following it down to his jaw bone then brushing her thumb across his lips. "I left them"
"Do you realise how serious that stab wound was? He got you there, Feyre" Rhys touched the tender spot, making Feyre shift slightly. "Nerve damage, he could've paralysed you had you not bled out and-" the word died on his throat, Feyre took a deep breath. He was struggling to accept it, that she was now dead just like he was. He wasn't use to it. He had explained to her, she had been his anchor, he couldn't move on until she had come to terms with his death, and instead of coming to term with it she had died and now they were resting in Heralimy, the after world of the Courts. Feyre liked it, they didn't meet other people though. They were together in their life, Rhys had said though that eventually when Az, Cass, Mor, Amren, Nesta and Elain die they should be reunited, blood sings to blood and sometimes there were bonds so deep that even death could not separate them. Feyre liked this place she was in, it reminded her of the Summer Court but she could rarely get out of bed most days, most days her head was too heavy and her body felt like lead. Rhys explained that was just the after life taking hold of her, just death settling with her body which was a haunting thing to accept but Rhys sat with her every morning, and reassured her that she wasn't alone, and that he was here and never leaving her again, and Feyre couldn't be happier. But she still ached for her Court, she didn't know how she felt. Her heart was in two halves, to be with her Court or be with her mate.