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Court of dreams

I will enjoy the fact that this idea came to mind because it's been cooking in my mind for so long and I am ready to write it.

Now, don't get this wrong: I love the inner circle but their behaviour with Nesta has me on edge. This is not a hate for the inner circle, is just my own feelings trying to be incorporated into this small fic.

Also, I'm listening to Jessi and her energy pretty much motivated savage Gwyn. If you wanna know what I mean, then I will put the link for the song I was listening to while I wrote this and I encourage you to listen and read the freaking subtitles.

Enjoy!

Gwyn was listening to the inner circle yell to Nesta for one stupid mistake she had made.

And she had enough.

"Hypocrisy runs quite fast in here." She mumbled, crossing her arms ready to strike.

Every person in the room turned around to look at her, shock in their faces. Nesta shook her head slow but Gwyn ignored her.

"You don't understand how bad this is, Gwyn." Rhysand mumbled, his jaw clenching as he shot an angry look at Nesta.

Gwyn scoffed, looking at the roof for patience. "I understand that every single one of you is ancient but the only one that seems to have some sense of respect is the house we are standing in," A smile formed in her lips. "House that you gifted her after she saved your mate and son."

"Gwyn, you should go back-" Cassian mumbled, taking a step closer to her as if to stop her. Her eyes shifted to him in a clear warning that if he touched her, she would cut his hand.

"You are worse than them," She mumbled, tracing his body with her eyes. "Your mate is being disrespected in front of you and the only thing you can do is stay quiet and allow your High Lord to slander her and assault her."

"I am not assaulting Nesta!" Rhys roared, his face red in anger. "Do not dare to say that."

"Why? You think assault only includes somebody touching your body?" A humourless laugh left her lips. "Your words are assaulting her. She is braver than all of you and I will not stand here any longer listening to how you think she is worthless and a piece of trash. If any of you try to even mention that ever again, I will tear your tongue out of your mouth. You are the court of dreamers but tear down anyone who stands in your way."

Getting up from her chair, her hands shifted the hair on her shoulder and walked to the door.

"I am your high lord, Gwyneth Berdara. You will respect me and my inner circle." Authority rolled on his words, the pressure strong on her body but she just spared him a single glance over her shoulder.

"You are not my High Lord when you are a monster Rhysand. You are just one more afraid male trying to downplay a powerful female." Her gaze went to Azriel who was staring at her with encouragement on his eyes. "Staying silent also counts, shadowsinger."

And she left the room, leaving Rhysand shocked and Nesta smiling.

Azriel stared to where she left and turned to Rhys ready to give one more blow.

"Nesta did the right thing, Rhysand." He mumbled and motioned for Nesta to follow him, "Don't be your father."