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open, the stable hands now off in another wing. I usually had little issue with being inside, which was mostly whenever I was bored enough to visit the horses housed within. Plenty of space to move, to escape. The walls didn’t feel too … permanent.
    Not like the kitchens, which were too low, the walls too thick, the windows not big enough to climb through. Not like the study, with not enough natural light or easy exits. I had a long list in my head of what places I could and couldn’t endure at the manor, ranked by precisely how much they made my body lock up and sweat.
    “I didn’t lie ,” Lucien said tightly. “I technically did fall off my horse.” He patted his mount’s flank. “After one of them tackled me off her.”
    Such a faerie way of thinking, of lying. “Why?”
    Lucien clamped his mouth shut.
    “ Why ?”
    He just twisted back to the patient mare. But I caught the expression on his face—the … pity in his eye.
    I blurted, “Can we walk instead?”
    He slowly turned. “It’s three miles.”
    “And you could run that in a few minutes. I’d like to see if I can keep up.”
    His metal eye whirred, and I knew what he’d say before he opened his mouth.
    “Never mind,” I said, heading for my white mare, a sweet-tempered beast, if not a bit lazy and spoiled. Lucien didn’t try to convince me otherwise, and kept quiet as we rode from the estate and onto the forestroad. Spring, as always, was in full bloom, the breeze laden with lilac, the brush flanking the path rustling with life. No hint of the Bogge, of the naga, of any of the creatures who had once cast such stillness over the wood.
    I said to him at last, “I don’t want your damn pity.”
    “It’s not pity. Tamlin said I shouldn’t tell you—” He winced a bit.
    “I’m not made of glass. If the naga attacked you, I deserve to know—”
    “Tamlin is my High Lord. He gives an order, I follow it.”
    “You didn’t have that mentality when you worked around his commands to send me to see the Suriel.” And I’d nearly died.
    “I was desperate then. We all were. But now—now we need order, Feyre. We need rules, and rankings, and order , if we’re going to stand a chance of rebuilding. So what he says goes. I am the first one the others look to—I set the example. Don’t ask me to risk the stability of this court by pushing back. Not right now. He’s giving you as much free rein as he can.”
    I forced a steady breath to fill my too-tight lungs. “For all that you refuse to interact with Ianthe, you certainly sound a great deal like her.”
    He hissed, “You have no idea how hard it is for him to even let you off the estate grounds. He’s under more pressure than you realize.”
    “I know exactly how much pressure he endures. And I didn’t realize I’d become a prisoner.”
    “You’re not—” He clenched his jaw. “That’s not how it is and you know it.”
    “He didn’t have any trouble letting me hunt and wander on my own when I was a mere human. When the borders were far less safe.”
    “He didn’t care for you the way he does now. And after what happened Under the Mountain … ” The words clanged in my head, along my too-tense muscles. “He’s terrified. Terrified of seeing you in his enemies’ hands. And they know it, too—they know all they have to do to own him would be to get ahold of you.”
    “You think I don’t know that? But does he honestly expect me tospend the rest of my life in that manor, overseeing servants and wearing pretty clothes?”
    Lucien watched the ever-young forest. “Isn’t that what all human women wish for? A handsome faerie lord to wed and shower them with riches for the rest of their lives?”
    I gripped the reins of my horse hard enough that she tossed her head. “Good to know you’re still a prick, Lucien.”
    His metal eye narrowed. “Tamlin is a High Lord. You will be his wife. There are traditions and expectations you must uphold. We must uphold, in order to