Chapter 19

                                    

                                          

"Two worlds, one core, two fates, one truth, two lifes, one Death"
"I think your house is possessed." I anounnce,tired of all this depressive thoughts the House of Wind sends me.
"What is this supposed to mean?" Nesta asks with that specific frown of her, our footsteps going to the dinning room. The meeting ended half an hour ago, our plan sounding simple but we all know how hard will actually be.
Rhysand with his mate's help stayed to write letters to all of the High Lord's, while half of us will go to the Hewn City and the other half in Illyria. I volunteered to go in both places, my curiosity too strong to keep myself in Velaris, although my decision was greeted quite bad by Nyx.
"I Don't know, it just keeps telling me bad poetry about myself, and I'd rather be able to walk at night without hearing how I'll be your destruction." I roll my eyes and stifle a yawn, even if it's barely lunch. "House of Wind doesn't speak, Asteria." 
"But then what..." 
My voice is muffled by the sound of a door opening violently and heavy breaths, along with a familiar scent hits me. "Tell me you're not going to the Hewn City." Nyx's eyes are almost franatic, searching my body up and down like I am wounded. "For a matter of fact, I am." 
My hands are crossed at my chest, Nesta taking a step back like she wants to give us space for a fight. Well alright then. "You are not, Asteria. It's dangerous and you barely know anything about this place, you have no idea how..." 
"Oh, prince" I cut him off. "I know exactly how it is. Males are and will always be the same everywhere, there's no difference between your world and mine. And never dare telling me what I can not do." 
We'll talk about this later,I tell him and close my walls. 
A clap makes us break our intense starring,behind the door Nyx came from, a small crowd already gathered there.Cassian grins at us,seeing to enjoy whatever show we put in scene."Look at you, already sounding like a married couple." 
"I want a divorce." I mumble, but the laugh of the others indicate that they heard me. Oops. 
"Hewn City might be... A shock for most, but if you insist to accompany my son, then so be it." Rhysand's says,leaning casually in his usual black attire. Like father, like son. 
"What do you mean, 'my son', you're not coming?"I ask, my eyebrow raised. 
" That's what I've been trying to tell you, Asteria, my parents won't come today, and of you do, you'll need to play an active role."
I push past him and drag Daiana after me upstairs, her laugh muffled by her hand." A role? Nyx, darling, I am an amazing actress,plus, I love breaking fragile males ego's. "
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The Dress I am supposed to wear is  far by decent, but good thing I am anything but decent. 
Only because black is customary, I picked one in this color, with a drop of shimmer.
It's made of an almost transparent material, more opaque only in the essential parts, glitter glowing with every movement.A deep neckline touches the silver belt, the one that holds the material from falling down my hips, two high splits showing the matching heels I wear. The back is completely exposed, thin chains crossed over my chest and hips. 
My make up was done entirely by me, dark red lips, and a colorful glitery dust applied on my eyelids that made my eyes pop, and my hair left down in its usual waves and curls.I wonder if the atmosphere will be just as bad as Nyx described it, but knowing his overdramatic ass, I would say no.