A COURT OF PAIN AND SORROW (ACOTAR FANFIC)

Wheel of Fortune

Circe Van Rosenburg was a pretty woman, and fucking hell she knew it. She had soft olive skin thanks to her father, and her blood red hair thanks to her mother. And fucking hell where the people of this court where scared of her, of what her hair colour meant. When she was ten, her older sister Nicole —who was twenty at the time- pushed a girl two years younger then Circe, to her watery grave. Nicole claimed it was Circe that done it, of course it was not, but still the young girls family never tired to make Circe nor Nicole say that they were sorry for what they did. Just because of who they where.

'You worry to much wife.' Her mortal father used to say to her fae mother that night. 'Circe is just different. As is Nicole. Nicole shall rule the humans and Circe shall help the fae. The Mother of Wind whispered it to me herself.'

'Inky has been dead for five hundred years, and even the Seven knows that Circe is to kind hearted for her own good. She takes after Clythia due to it.' Spat her mother. 'She needs to learn the truth about the Bathory's and the Van Rosenburg's.'

'I do not say that she does not, Katerina.' Her father said.

Circe knew her mother had heard her. Circe did not know if her father did. Her mother was almost as beautiful as Margarita and her triplet sisters, Amarantha and Clythia, that cruel beauty that made both men and kings bow at their feet. Her mother of course, had the Bathory red hair, but the Van Helga blue eyes. The tale goes that when Amarantha saw them, she spat 'make another one' to her younger sister, Katerina's mother and Circe's grandmother.

"Circe," a small female voice said next to her.

The High Priestess of the Spring Court sighed before turning her black eyes to the green of Verna Tansmia's. Yes, right she was telling the girl about the years she spent Under The Mountain and how she came to be an High Priestess.

"Circe, are you well?" Verna asked.

"I am fine." Circe lied.

When she first came here, she swore to hate Tamlin and his cruel hearted daughter. She swore to make Tamlin pay for what he did to her family all them years ago. And yet. . . When Circe arrived she saw a young girl who was scared by the world. Who was alone. It reminded her so much of her own childhood and Circe felt something like pity for the young girl.

"You where telling me about how you became High Priestess." Verna went on.

"Some girls are picked to become priestess. Mostly basted daughters of High Lords or their heirs. Some girls, are born for it. I was one such girl. Unlike my older sister Nicole. . .i was born in Amaratha's court. I come from a place where females are beloved more then their brothers. The girls are seen as blessed due to the fact there were more females in the Seven then males. However, that does not mean they have most suffered. Before the Seven came to save Re'en from the evil king. . .Witches ran wild and free and many of them where burnt during the years of the evil king rule. Inky herself banned the act once she became Lord however sometimes witches are still burnt every now and now." Circe sighed. "Anyway. . .The day I was born the whole mountain shock, the birds went quite as they too heard my first cry as I came out of my mothers womb. Amarantha was by the door, watching. Waiting. 'That one will do' she said as I crawled out of my mother, blood all over me. That evening I was crowned her heir. By nightfall, my mother left with me in her arms. She never looked back."

"I hear Katerina went to say good bye at the end." Verna spoke in a small voice.

"My dear, my mother hated Amarantha. Much like your father does. But she knew. She knew why Amarantha was that way, as do I." Circe laughed. "When you know that story, perhaps you will read them chapters of the book again. Though her eyes."

"When will you tell me that story?" Verna asked.

"When a new High Lord is crowned, and the sky is red with blood. And a child of night grows in a womb of spring." Circe laughed as she walked away. "Sleep tight." She sang.

She loved to sing. If she was not named a princess and a priestess at birth she would of loved to travel the world and sing for courts all over. She was not be remembered as Circe, the
High Pristess with the eyes of coal but as Circe, the one with the voice. She got to end of the hallway, before she had to go to the window. Air she needs air.

"You always know the price, and yet you wish to tell her anyway." Echo, the mistress said.

"And what story do you know?" Circe laughed as she placed a hand over her month. "The one that said, she went mad because of Clythia's death or the one that said it was because of my grandmother's betrayal. Or the truth."

"I know the truth." Echo said.

The mistress and the High Priestess. While Echo was tall, Circe was short. Echo was just as beautiful as Circe believed a siren to be, long black hair and deep black eyes. With skin as white as the moon itself.

"She wants to talk to you." Circe spoke. "Verna I mean, you two used to be friends."

Verna, Circe and Echo. The trio of the Spring Court.

"As did you and I." Echo said. "We are both here for revenge, I know why you are here. As you know why I am here. Yet, we both stopped that because of her. Because of Verna."

"She will make a fine High Lady." Circe sighed. "Nora would be proud."

"Yes, she would. Or perhaps she would hate us both, after all she did try and get Verna as far a way as She could go." Echo sighed. "I need to leave. Tamlin will be looking for me."

"You do not have to warm his bed forever." Circe hissed. "Soon he will put a child in that womb of yours, if he has not all ready. When he does, tell me, I was not named Amaratha's heir for nothing. I can be as wicked as I can be smart."

"W-why where you?"

"Because I know how to kill a man and make it look like a mistake." Circe said with a deep smile. "Have fun."