A Court of Mist and Fury Chapter 66:
Lucien has just realized Elaine is his mate. The other characters react with varying degrees of relatability.
I didn’t let Lucien’s declaration sink in.
Same, Feyre, same. It’s just too stupid to consider fully right now. Let’s put it off until
it’s Matthew’s turn to write about this later.
Nesta, however, whirled on him. “She is no such thing,” she said, and shoved him again.
No, Nesta. I don’t think we can get out of this one so easily. I think we’re going to have to spend the next 500 books talking about it.
The King of Hybern murmured, “Interesting. So very interesting.”
Does anyone else feel like we’re getting the hard sell on this one? The King of Hybern needs to focus on being a half-decent villain, not shouldering the burden of making this revelation interesting.
He turned to the queens. “See? I showed you not once, but twice that it is safe. Who should like to be Made first? Perhaps you’ll get a handsome Fae lord as your mate, too.”
The sad thing is, he’s probably not wrong. This has already happened twice within in the same family, and I’m honestly shocked that Cassian didn’t also immediately claim Nesta as his mate. That’s probably still to come.
The youngest queen stepped forward, her eyes indeed darting between all the Fae men assembled. As if they were hers for the picking.
WHAT? Rhys, Azriel and Cassian are her enemies…Lucien has just declared that Elaine is his mate…so that leaves…The King of Blahbern? Tamlin, High Lord of the Blah Court? WHO EXACTLY IS HERS FOR THE PICKING HERE?
Rhys interjects and offers to make a bargain with the king. Instead of shutting him down immediately, the king is curious. Why? Just kill all of your enemies right here, right now, dude.
Feyre internally freaks out because she doesn’t want any more bargains, and she doesn’t want her friends to die.
I had failed them. Just as I had failed my sisters, whose lives I’d now shattered …
…Her sisters both survived their Cauldron experience and will clearly be taken care of by all their rich Fae friends. Why am I supposed to feel sorry for any of them right now? The stakes are SO LOW.
Out of nowhere, Feyre formulates the most confusing, ridiculous plan in history. It just might work.
I dropped to my knees in a spasm, gripping my head as I gnashed my teeth and sobbed, sobbed and panted, pulling at my hair—
The fist of that spell didn’t have time to seize me again as I exploded past it.
What spell? Who? What? I’m already lost.
Rhys reached for me, but I unleashed my power, a flash of that white, pure light, all that could escape with the damper from the king’s spell. A flash of the light that was only for Rhys, only because of escape with the damper from the king’s spell. A flash of the light that was only for Rhys, only because of Rhys. I hoped he understood.
If Rhys understands, that makes one of us.
But there, deep within Day’s light … I gleaned it. A purifying, clear power. Cursebreaker— spellbreaker. The light wiped through every physical trapping, showing me the snarls of spells and glamours, showing me the way through … I burned brighter, looking, looking—
There is nothing I can say about this. It’s just garbage nonsense.
Feyre then pretends she’s come out of some sort of trance…and that she hates Rhys and wants to be saved by Tamlin…and everyone just believes her! All the villains collectively agree that this makes sense. All because Feyre just whispers, “Tamlin?” a bunch of times.
Then she very unsuspiciously begs Tamlin to spare the lives of her friends, and so he tells the king to spare their lives. WHAT????? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING???
And when I looked at Mor, at the tears streaming down her face as she helped Cassian get upright, I knew she realized what I meant. But the tears vanished— became sorrow for Cassian (I seriously have no idea what the fuck this means, and I’ve read it about 600 times now) as she turned a hateful, horrified face to Rhysand and spat, “What did you do to that girl?”
Why is Mor’s part in all this to pretend she didn’t know Feyre was under the spell…isn’t she supposed to Rhys’ evil friend?
Rhys also plays along and asks how she finally broke free. Apparently this is also super convincing.
Weirdly, no one seems to be alarmed anymore that Rhys and Feyre are actually mates:
Tamlin snarled at him, “I don’t give a shit if she’s your mate. I don’t give a shit if you think you’re entitled to her. She is mine— and one day, I am going to repay every bit of pain she felt…”
I thought everyone gave a shit that Rhys was her mate? Again, I don’t see why they’re so easily convinced that out of fucking nowhere, with the most suspicious timing ever, Feyre was able to somehow break a “spell” Rhys had on her.
Feyre begs the king to break the bond, and he does so, and it’s very painful for all of five seconds. This is just to break the bond that required Feyre to spend a week with Rhys every month. It also removes the tattoo from her hand.