“And what are we gonna do about it?” Cassian scratched his head, throwing a glance at the painting of his High Lady behind Rhys.
“You are gonna do exactly what you did the last time,” Rhys said, seemingly unbothered by the now worried expression on his general’s face. He turned around in his chair to follow the direction of Cassian’s glance.
“I didn’t see her all day. She didn’t even come to greet me in the hall. Is she busy?” Cassian asked in response to the smirk that had appeared on his High Lord’s face.
“You could say so,” Rhys sighed, turning back to his brother. “Her and Mor brought something home from their walk this morning, but they won’t tell me what it is. So I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”
Cassian nodded, scratching his neck. He’d noticed the new smell upon entering the hall but coudn’t quite put his finger on what it was.
“Are you alright?” Rhysand asked, pointing at the red marks the scratching had left on Cassian’s neck.
The warrior looked at his High Lord, confused as he rubbed one of his eyes. “Sure, I’m just a bit itchy today,” he uttered under his breath as the door to the study flung open. The two males turned in surprise, Cassian’s eye now slightly reddened from the harsh impact.
A mysterious smile lingered on the High Lady’s face who now entered the study, covering something with her coat. Morrigan trailing behind her.
Rhys opened his mouth but was cut off before he could say even a word, “You have to promise not to be mad. We found him and he was all alone,” Feyre looked at Morrigan who now stepped up.
“I will feed him regularily and clean the litter,” Mor clarified as Feyre lifted her coat, revealing a tiny grey kitten, merely bigger than her hand, “Can we keep him?”
A smirk lightened Rhysand’s face, “You bring home another man and expect me not to get mad?”
Feyre and Mor both rolled their eyes at him as the little kitten let out a sqeaky “meow”. Cassian sniffled and sneezed in response. Mor was the first to laugh, then Feyre and Rhys joined in.
“This is not funny,” Cassian growled as he started clawing at his neck again.
“So, it’s not only seasonal allergies, huh?” Rhys leaned back in his seat with a big grin. Mor picked up on it, “The feared general of the Night Court’s armies brought to his knees by pollen and little kittens!”
Cassian sneezed again, the noise so loud, it frightened the kitten enough to claw its way out of Feyre’s grip, now roaming free in the study.
“Get that damned thing away from me,” Cassian got up, bringing as much distance as possible between him and the cause of his itchiness.
Both Feyre and Mor giggled as they followed the kitten trying to make grand escape by climbing one of the giant bookshelves in the back.
“We can only hope that your next battlefield isn’t a spring meadow near a shelter,” Rhys chuckled, throwing his brother a tissue.
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