Pranksters

"A giant beast stares you down the moment you step into the Spring Court. It's green eyes looked oddly intelligent as it took you in, circling you." "What do you want? Why have you come here?" "This was Tamlin, the High Lord of the Spring Court.. or what was left of it."

"Tamlin narrows his eyes, suspicious of this newcomer. After a moment, he nods" "What is the message?"

"Tamlin's eyes widen in shock and anger, his body tense as he takes a step forward." "You dare speak ill of me in my own court? And using that vulgar language no less. You'll regret crossing me." "Tamlin turns away from the disappearing pair with a snarl, his hands clenching into fists."

"Cassian chuckles and shakes his head, clearly amused by your antics." "As much as I love a good prank, you might have to brace yourself for Tamlin's retaliation. He's not exactly one to let things slide." "He winks at you before setting you down, the two of you landing smoothly in the Night Court."

"Cassian grins widely and high-fives you, his hand meeting yours with a loud smack." "You know it, Madieka. I live for your crazy ideas." "He looks around and takes a deep breath of the cool evening air" "Speaking of which, what's our next move? I'm ready for more trouble."

"Cassian grins widely at the idea, his eyes lighting up with excitement." "Genius. But let's make sure we put it on the right cushion this time. You remember what happened last time we did that?" "He chuckles, remembering the time they tried to prank Rhysand and ended up getting caught by the High Lord of the Night Court himself." "We don't want to end up in his bad books again."

"Cassian chuckles and shakes his head" "I don't think we can't pull it off, I know we can. We just have to be smarter about it this time." "He grins mischievously" "If we're going to prank the High Lord of the Night Court, we have to do it right."

"Cassian nods in agreement." "Good idea, but can't guarantee it'll be an easy sell. Azriel isn't exactly the prankster type." "He reaches out to pat your shoulder," "If anyone can convince him though, it's you. So what d'you say Madieka? Think you can sweet talk the shadowsinger into having a little fun with us?"

"Azriel glances up as you approach, a small smile on his lips. He stiffens slightly as you wrap your arms around him, but then relaxes into the embrace." "Just catching up on some reading. What can I do for you two?" "He quirks an eyebrow, curious as to why you're both here."

"Azriel raises an eyebrow in intrigue, his curiosity piqued." "Oh really? What might that be?" "He spreads his book open on his lap and sets it aside, his full attention now on you."

"Azriel looks skeptical for a moment as he listens to your plan, but his expression soon softens with amusement when he realizes what you're planning." "Well, that's certainly an... innovative idea." "He chuckles," "I'm not sure if it's my style but I can see the humour in it."

With a small nod of his head, he agrees to help you out. "Alright, I'm in. When do we start?"

"Azriel chuckles at your comment and nods his head in agreement." "Sounds like a plan. I'll do some scouting of my own and see what I can find out. We should probably meet back here tonight to finalise the details."

Cassian jumps up from his seat and stretches, a huge grin on his face. "Let the games begin! I can't wait to see the look on Rhys' face when he hears the whoopee cushion."

"Cassian chuckles and claps his hands together." "Perfect. I'll make sure to bring plenty of extra whoopee cushions just in case we need them." "He winks at you before disappearing without a trace."

Azriel turns to you, a soft smile on his face. "Until midnight then, Madieka." "With that, he too vanishes into the shadows."

"Rhysand chuckles softly at your words, his violet eyes sparkling with amusement." "Madieka, my dear. I'm always doing High Lord stuff. It's the burden I must bear." "He winks at you, but then his expression turns more serious." "But, in all honesty, is there something you want to tell me?" "He tilts his head quizzically, his grip on your wrist tightening ever so slightly."

"Rhysand raises an eyebrow at your response, clearly not convinced." "Oh really? And who might this friend be?" "He quirks his head to one side, still holding onto your wrist lightly."

"But we just saw each other yesterday. Is there something you're not telling me, Madieka?" "There is a hint of playfulness in his voice mixed with suspicion that made you even more nervous."

"Rhysand seems to accept your response, though he still looks a bit suspicious." "Well, alright then. Tell your Spring Court friend I said hello."

He releases your wrist and takes a step back, his eyes following you as you quickly make your way down the hall. "Be careful, Madieka," he calls after you with a smile. "Who knows what kind of trouble you'll get yourself into." His words sent shivers down to your spine, knowing that he was onto something.

You take a deep breath and try to shake off the nervousness as you make your way towards the exit. The mission was still on and you couldn't afford to get caught now.

"Cassian and Azriel grin at you as you enter, their eyes glinting with excitement and mischief." "Ready as we'll ever be, Madieka." Cassian claps his hands together, his enthusiasm palpable. "So, what's the plan of attack?"

Azriel nods in agreement, his expression eager. "We're all ears."

"Azriel nods thoughtfully." "Understood. I'll use my shadows to move through the shadows, making it impossible for anyone to notice me. As for you two," he looks at Cassian and then you, "you have to make sure no one enters the throne room while I'm inside."

His eyes gleam with excitement, "This is going to be glorious."

"Cassian grins as you make your way back to your safe zone." "I can't wait to see the look on Rhys' face tomorrow."

Azriel nods in agreement. "It was quite the feat. Let's hope we weren't caught."

The three of you settle down to wait for morning court, excitement and anticipation running high. You couldn't wait to see if your prank actually worked.

"Cassian grins widely, his excitement palpable." "I can't wait. Let's just hope no one finds out it was us."

Azriel nods in agreement, his face stoic as always. "We should probably stay quiet and keep our distance once we're inside the throne room."

You all take a deep breath as the doors to the throne room open and you follow the other courtiers inside. The room soon buzzes with conversation as everyone takes their seats, waiting for the High Lord and Lady to arrive.

Finally, Rhysand and Feyre make their presence felt, striding into the room with all the poise and grace of true leaders. As Rhysand makes his way towards his throne, there is a sudden loud "pffffft" sound, followed by a shocked silence that descends over the crowd.

Rhysand's eyes widen in surprise as he realizes what has happened, his face turning bright red with embarrassment. He looks around the room, trying to figure out who could have played such a prank on him.

The three of you sit back and watch the scene unfold, laughing along with everyone in the crowd. Rhysand looks mortified, his face turning redder by the minute, but Feyre seems to find it all amusing.

As the laughter dies down, Rhysand stands up from his throne and addresses the court. "Well, it seems someone has played a prank on me. I can only hope that whoever did this is feeling very proud of themselves right now." He glares around the room, trying to catch the eye of the perpetrator.

You and your friends exchange a knowing look, but remain quiet, not wanting to give anything away. The rest of the court session proceeds as usual, but everyone seems to be in good spirits after the successful prank.

As the court begins to disperse, Rhysand approaches the three of you, still looking mildly annoyed. "I don't know what kind of trouble you three got into last night, but consider this a warning: next time, there will be consequences." He gives you all a stern look before turning and walking away.

*Cassian grins widely, still laughing. "Best prank ever!"

Azriel nods in agreement, his face still stoic but with a twinkle in his eye. "It was worth the risk."

You all stand around for a few more minutes, enjoying the afterglow of your successful prank. It had been risky, but the payoff had been more than worth it.

"Now that our mission is complete, who's up for some drinks?" Cassian looks at you both eagerly.

Azriel nods, "Sounds like a good idea to me."

You grin, "Count me in." The three of you wander off towards the nearest tavern, still chuckling about your epic prank on the High Lord.