A Court of Fire and Starlight (ACOTAR Fan Fiction)

Prologue

This story will contain spoilers for ACOSF. I took several hints that Sarah left throughout the novels and wove a story around my favorites (aka Eris isn't a complete waste of space) to keep myself entertained until the next installment is released. This story takes place after what I am guessing is the overarching plot line for all the upcoming novels. I make a few mentions of war against the gods/true immortals etc. since that seemed to be the path Sarah might go down and I'm sure she will do it brilliantly.

Updates to this story get posted on Ao3 & Wattpad.

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Eris Vanserra had imagined his father's death countless times over his long life.

When Eris was a small child, he had hoped his mother or one of his aunts would finally run out of their endless patience and burn his father alive. During the first war over five hundred years ago, he had fought under his father's command and would have stepped aside to let the King of Hybern personally execute his father on the battlefield. He had no doubt that his younger brothers, who had been sent off to the estates of distant relatives in order to spread out the High Lord's bloodline, prayed for the same outcome.

As the years went on and he continued his relentless training, his wish had evolved into him being the one to finally strike the blow that would send Beron's head rolling. After the horrific fallout with his youngest brother's peasant lover, he had decided that perhaps he would be generous and let Lucien join him in the slaughter.

Under the Mountain, he had wanted nothing more than for his father to piss off Amarantha. Her nightly entertainment would have actually been entertaining if Beron was the star, but as it turned out, they got along well enough due to their shared distaste for mortals and Lucien.

Every once in a while, he entertained the daydream that Feyre Cursebreaker and the High Lord of Night would storm the Autumn Court's borders to shred Beron's mind with their dark powers.

Not too long ago, he had even schemed to marry one of the other Archeron sisters, for he knew that Nesta wouldn't have let Beron live past their wedding night with that temper of hers.

Even his most creative fantasies did not prepare Eris for the shock he felt when a small, ragged-looking female shattered the intricate Forest House wards and winnowed directly on top of the dinner table, just in time for the third course.

Eris's jaw was threatened to hit the ground when she ran across the precisely set table, dodged an inferno, and then cut directly through the shield of flames with strength she shouldn't possess, severing his father's head from his shoulders.

Perhaps in time, he could have gotten over the fact that he didn't deliver the killing blow. He might have even rejoiced in the sound of his father's head hitting the stone floor, had it not been for what followed.

As the girl turned her violet eyes toward him and watched the full power of the Autumn Court flow into his veins, he felt the mating bond snap into place.

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Please note, I don't own any aesthetic images that are used throughout this story aside from the few I may choose to sketch myself. All inspiration images can be found on the Pinterest board for this story: https://pin.it/1RvHaGt