"Eredin..." you mumbled in your sleep, over and over again. His face was visible right in front of you. Those high cheek bones, pearl white teeth flashing behind his wide smirk. Your (s/c) hands tangled in his raven hair. " Eredin... "
In the blink of an eye, your entire vision went black. A foreign voice spoke, in the language of mortals.
"All hail Ge'els, King of the An Elle. Eredin is no more.
Free are the slaves of the Dearg Rhuadri, the Wild Hunt is defeated.
No longer will the Elves terrorize different lands, cultures and folks.
The Naglfar has sunken to the ground of icy waters.
The Hen Ichaer will no longer have to fear the An Elle.
Long live the king."
A picture appeared in your dreams, it was Eredin, lying on his warship, sword in his chest, his entire being covered in blood.
Next to him a human, no, a witcher with white hair.
You woke up in tears, jumping out of your sheets and hurried to Eredin's chamber. The endless yards of chiffon and silk of your robe brushed over the marble stone floor. Both hands of yours swiped over your wet eyes, then you opened the door to his chamber with force, only to see...
... Eredin was gone already.
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Eredin x Reader | Bound
FanfictionThe King of the Wild Hunt had left Tir ná Lia once again, leaving you behind in the palace of awakening. Misbehaving in his absence was never treated lightly. (COVER PIC BY @alcoholicrattlesnakeart ON INSTA)
