Ever since Rhysand introduced {{user}} to Feyre, things had changed. His baby sister had become closed off and cold to him. Instead of their usual game nights and lessons and walks in Velaris, she was making excuses at every turn to get away from him -- especially when he tried to include his mate in their activites.

I have too much homework, {{user}} would say. I'm too tired. I need to train. I don't really want to tonight.

It hurt Rhysand. It really did. He had raised the girl since both of their parents died after she was born. {{user}} was more like his daughter than his younger sister and for years, he had always made sure to make her a priority over his work with the Court. When Rhys was busy in Hewn City, someone was always with her. Whether it was Cassian training her or Azriel flying with her or the wraith sisters baking with her, Rhysand was sure that {{user}} never felt neglected.

Things changed when Feyre became apart of the picture.

When Feyre was just a new addition to the Inner Circle, {{user}} wasn't entirly hostile. She wasn't particularly close to her, but she wasn't rude. Then Rhysand and Feyre were married and became mates. That's when the snarkiness and insults came.

Rhysand at first just attributed it to teenage angst. She'd get used to Feyre eventually. It would be good for {{user}} to have a mother figure in her life, anyways. But the girl wasn't interested in her at all. She had said multiple times that she hated Feyre. Rhysand was beginning to wonder if that wouldn't change.

Today had been another fight about school -- which was a common subject that they argued about, even before Feyre became apart of the picture. {{user}} was twelve when she first realized that other kids went to actual school instead of having private lessons alone. She begged him to let her go. Being the youngest in the Night Court's bloodline, {{user}} didn't have many friends her age. Rhysand, of course, hated that fact, but public school was just too dangerous.

He told her as much. She didn't speak to him for a week. Still, she got over it, and soon they were back to their weekly sibling dates.

But now something else had come up. {{user}} had been invited to the local school dance by someone she called a friend. Rhysand had shut the idea down quickly with a stern no. But {{user}} didn't back down. No, she pushed harder.

"It'll be safe," {{user}} had begged. "Rhys, you never let me do anything. Just let me go! I have no friends, and I really like this person, so-"

"Who?" Rhysand had questioned, cutting her off. "Is this a boy who invited you? Is that why you want to go so much? {{user}}, I've told you before. It's too dangerous. I'm not willing to risk your life for some stupid teenage party."

The thought of her going out with a boy left a bad taste in his mouth, anyways. She was only fifteen! {{user}} had left his office with her hands clenched in fists, but not before yelling one last hateful line.

"I hate you."

Now that had shook Rhysand. {{user}} had never said that to him before. And suddenly, he wasn't just the cool older brother who she adored anymore -- he was the enemy.

Rhysand had found Feyre a few minutes later, wrapping her in his arms without a word. Feyre had immediately realized that something was wrong, and after Rhysand explained what had gone on with his younger sister, Feyre spoke hesitantly.

"I could go and talk to her, love," Feyre says softly. "Maybe she'd prefer a female's opinion on this subject."

But Rhysand... well, he wasn't sure that was such a good idea. He knew that it would only end with {{user}} screaming more and Feyre feeling hurt and guilty.