A COURT OF PAIN AND SORROW (ACOTAR FANFIC)

The Winter Solstice

"To night our sun dies," Circe said smiling. "And is reborn as a new star to last another year."

Already Verna ass hurt, but still she had another few hours. And then she had to party throughout the day and sit threw another speech during the sun set. Thankful after that long day, she can go back to sleep.

"Daughter." Tamlin asked sitting beside her. "There is something I need to tell you."

"Oh?" Verna said turning her eyes towards her father. "Can it not wait? You know the Winter Solstice is the only holiday I like that Circe is at. Plus, I know all the words."

"Verna. . ." Tamlin whispered. "Verna Amira Tansmia, please I need to tell you something. Something that is very important, and I don't want you to hate me later for not telling you earlier."

"Well it depends what it is. I swear if you hurt Lavender I shall never forgive you!" Verna hissed.

"Lavender is fine." Tamlin laughed. "Though I still don't know how you and Circe made me agree to letting you keep it. W-what I'm going to talk to you about if very important. It involves our family, and not just you and me."

Next to Tamlin, Echo raised her black eyebrows, before turning her black eyes back to Circe as she rose her hands to the sky. As always the Tansmia family sat in the front, the court then sat behind her and then the close by villages sat behind them. Each one wanted to see the High Priestess, and her beauty that was rumored to beat even the Daugher Of Springs.

"Is now really the time?" Echo whispered, trying to keep her voice low. "It's the Winter Solstice, at least let her have this. Tell her tomorrow, when she is two drunk to remember."

"Echo." Tamlin laughed. "She needs to know. She has a right to know, I can't lie to her forever."

"Well you can try." Verna said.

From the alter, Circe looked eyes with Verna and the two woman shared a smile before Circe opened her arms once more and talked in the old language.

"Daughter, I need to tell you the truth before that bitch does." Tamlin said nodding his head to Circe. "About your name. . . But it means. About your mother. But most importantly we need to talk about your middle name, Amira."

"You said it was after someone special." Verna whispered. "It was the only bit of my name I allowed you to change. But only because I did not have a middle name."

"Indeed." Tamlin said. "Your middle name comes from someone I should of said sorry to. Someone that I hurt close to seven hundred years ago now."

"Why what did you—?"

"And before the dawn rises," Circe said as Verna mouthed the words. She was not even listening to her father anymore. "We need to give thanks for the old year, and the year we shall have the future."

"Amira the name that I gave to Amaran—"
Tamlin said but he was cut off my Circe.

"High Lord." Circe said. "Daughter Of Spring, rise and join in the suns youth. Rise and give thanks."

Verna jumped up, and the people in the back whispered. It had been years since they saw the daughter of Tamlin. Last time they did, she was still a child. Now she was a young woman, her body had grown into the body of a young woman. Her hair was longer, her green eyes sharper. Slowly, Tamlin stood up. People stoped their whispers at that movement. Circe put her hand out, and smiles as Verna took it. Her black eyes filled with love. Something not even her father gave her.

"Daughter." Circe spoke. "I need to tell you something." She whispered into Verna's year.

***

"Happy birthday." Nyx said as he kissed his mothers cheek.

His mother her just woken up, and all ready Velaris was partying for their High Lady's birthday. Feyre looked at her son, a smile on her face.

"Thank you Nyx." She smiled and kissed his cheek. "Thank you. Though I believed your father was doing gifts in the afternoon. Why are you given me this?"

Nyx smiled before handing his mother the small box. It just about fit into the seize of his hand.

"I wanted to give it to you without the others looking," Nyx answered. "We both know Lilith would take the credit for all of it."

Feyre laughed as she took the box out of Nyx's hand. A smile on her beautiful face.

"Let me guess, it's a ring?" Feyre asked. "Or some fancy paint you have imported across the sea?"

"None of them."

"Then perhaps it's a ring for Savanna." Feyre laughed. "Perhaps, that would be the best birthday present. Getting a future daughter in law."

"No mother." Nyx blushed. "I'm not going to ask Savanna to marry me."

"Why not?" Feyre asked. "She's a good match. And you have known her since your childhood, and we both know she will make an amazing wife and mother one day."

"Mum." Nyx said.

"Me and your father won't be around forever." Feyre laughed. "And you know our agreement, if he dies, I die. And if I die, he dies. Not only would you lose one of us, you would lose both of us. That's why we agreed the the Sunday luncheons. It would just give me much joy if I knew both my children were married and had a happy future, I would not mind dying so much."

"I know mother." Nyx said. "But I'm not marrying Savanna. And Savanna is not having my children. I came to give you a present, not for you to yell and moan at me."

"I'm sorry my dear." Feyre said. "I did not mean to moan at you, my love."

She opened the present and opened her eyes in shock. Pure shock. She then looked back up her  son.

"No wonder you did not want Lilith to take the credit." Feyre laughed. "Is it what I think it is?"

"Yes."

I'm her hand, she held a small book. That opened into a small canvas.

"It's beautiful." Feyre whispered. "Thank you."

"Your welcome."