"F-five thousand?" He blinked in his apparent shock. "That's older than I am!" For a moment Andras stood still with his mouth agape. A handsome sight on a high fae, no doubt. He then had to swallow and follow after her, watching with a curious yet still slightly dumbfounded expression as she opened the hatch.
"I always hated him. Now, I don't know what to think." Andras sighed as he shook his head, full of thoughts about the age-old battle between his High Lord and the Lord of the Night Court. It had been gruesome. The way Rhysand had killed Tamlin's father? Ugh.
Yet all of those thoughts came to a grinding halt as his eyes beheld the clear sky and stars dancing above the city's horizon. The skyline and silhouette was so warmly lit from the festive lights strung along the streets, candles dancing in the windows of homes, and lamp posts glowing in the night. His eyes grew wide as he stepped fully to the roof and turned around quickly.
"No." He whispered in dismay. Truthfully, he expected the Hewn City.