Nala woke to her sister's terror shot into her. Getting up from the massive bed she ran down the hall to where her sister's room was in the townhouse.

"Feyre!" She heard Rhys yell as she stormed in and crawled into the bed opposite of the High Lord who was shaking her sister awake.

"Open your eyes, Feyre," Nala coaxed, and her older sister did just that. Nala ran her hand through Feyre's hair just like when they were small.

"It was just a dream," Rhys told her sister, clearly out of breath. "A dream." Nala looked from her sister to the High Lord, the two were short of breath and looking as battered as the other. Had this male felt Feyre just like Nala had. Looking down at her sister, Nala shows the glowing coal at the end of her fingertips.

"You need to rail it in," Nala spoke, taking her sister' hand in her own, knowing that the heat wouldn't hurt her. Feyre finally looked away from the High Lord and turned her gaze towards her hands. Feyre became pale and pushed past her sister, running towards the bathroom and throwing up. Sending each a look, Nala and Rhys followed the girl. Rhys held her hair back as Nala rubbed soothing circles along her back.

"Breath," Rhys said. "Imagine that they go out as a candle, one by one." Feyre kept kneeling over the toilet but took a deep breath and let it out a second after. She shook but the coal slowly went out. Feyre gave her fingers one look as all the coal was out before throwing up once more.

"I have this one dream," Rhys said, making Nala feel like she was imposing on their moment of bonding but didn't move. Feyre needed her. "Where it isn't me who is captured under her but Cassian or Azriel," Nala tensed at his name. "And she has their wings bolted to the bed with nails, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. She has ordered me to watch, and I have no choice but to watch how much I have failed them."

Feyre stopped throwing up and rinsed out before turning her head to look at the High Lord and her sister. "You have never failed them." She whispered; her voice was hoarse, but her eyes were soft. Even Nala had to admit that the High Lord had her respect.

"I have done... terrible things to make sure I didn't," he admitted to the sisters. His violet eyes shone with so many emotions that Nala could almost taste them.

"So have I..." Feyre said, and Nala felt nausea and moved her sister's head just in time for her to throw up in the bowl once more. Nala gave Rhys her spot next to Feyre and gave her sister a light kiss on the head before heading back to bed. Feyre was well cared for. 

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Nala woke again at the first sunlight and made her way down to the kitchen in nothing but her nightrobe. A scandalized, maroon-colored robe with black laces at her breast and held together by a black silk belt. Walking around the incredibly open space she found a cup and began boiling water for her daily tea.

"Well, this is a nice sight to wake to." A voice spoke behind her. Looking over her shoulder, Nala sent a smirk toward Cassian and Azriel, who both stood in the doorway.

"Morning boys," she said, turning back to her tea. Taking the cup, she turned around to walk out of the room.

"Going anywhere, princess?" Cassian smirked at her, hoping to get a reaction from his brother, but Azriel refused to even look at the girl. Or he tried to not look at her. It was hard on him as his female (according to his shadows) stood in front of him in almost no clothes. He wanted nothing more than take her out of the room and away from his brother's eyes.

"To the balcony, want to join big boy?" Nala purred as she walked past the two, her shadows brushing against Azriel while she ran her free hand down Cassian's arm, making Azriel glare at his brother while Cassian's smile only grew.

Nala was able to get the first few hours to herself before Cassian walked out to announce that she was to change into fighting gear. 

Walking out to the fighting ring Rhys had in the garden of his townhouse, Nala swung around Cleaver as she took in Cassian and Azriel trading blows, their bare chests shining with a thin coat of sweat. Hadn't she been professional she would have been drooling but Nala controlled herself and kept her aroused to a minimum as she ran her eyes over Azriel and how he moved. How his shadows were aiding him and swirling around him like another body part. The boys stopped as they sensed Nala walking toward them.

"No knife," Cassian smirked as he eyed the dagger in Nala's hand. Giving the warrior a shrug, she put it in the holder between her wings. Cassian then precited to throw her a bamboo staff. Swinging it around her body a few times, Nala nodded. Satisfied with the weight and balance.

"She is all yours," Cassian tells his brother as he steps out of the ring to give space for the female.

Now standing in front of the male shadowsinger, Nala makes sure to keep a cold expression on her face and Azriel does the same. He was still trying to comprehend what she had said the night before at dinner. Swinging the staff around Nala pointed the end at Azriel only to have it knocked away a second later by his own. And so, the training began.