The Fool

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Savanna had stolen the title. She knew she had, just like she knew that Lilith would hate her forever for it. Keeper of time, was a title that was normally given to the High Lords first born daughter, that being Lilith. It had never been to a future High Lords daughter-in-law. But. . .no she would not allow herself to think like that. She was promised to him. She was born to rule by her side. That's what she had been told since she was born, and very one said so, even the shadows and stars.

She who was born this year, shall wear two crowns. One of flowers and one of stars.

And she was the only female born into the Night Court nobility that year. Savanna knew what the saying meant. She will one day wear a crown alongside Nyx. He was the only one that had a crown of stars.

"Daughter," Azriel said from the shadows of the library. "What are you doing?"

"Reading." Savanna answered. "What does it look like?"

She did mean to snap at him. She was tired and now lonely, Nyx had been her only friend and now. . . And now he had said her name. Her fucking name. At first she thought about saying nothing about it, but her anger became to much. She needed to.

"What are you reading?" Azriel asked smiling.

Savanna looked up from her book. She then sighed and closed the book.

"The history of the court." Savanna said. "And people born my year outside of the court."

"Why?"

"Because I need to know." Savanna yelled before she hit the table. "Because I need to know." She whispered.

Azriel sighed before he moved closer this daughter. He then pulled her into a hug before he ran his hand over his daughters hair.

"It's okay." Azriel said. "You do not need to worry."

But Savanna did worry. She was starting to find it hard to breathe. She was shaking to shake.  She had been raised her whole life to be a High Lady one day, had been raised for it. Had been told no one but her was worthy enough to have that little. She was born and raised for it. And without it. . .she feared she was no one. Just another stupid girl believing that she would be more then what men deemed her to be worthy off. She worried even more when she read the top of the page, and what it said.

January 1st

One daughter born to Royal Family Tansmia of Spring. Named Verna Amila Tansmia.
One son born to—

Savanna then read down.

March 23rd

One daughter born to Azriel of Night Court and Gwen the Priestess. Named Savanna.

Savanna started to breathe even harder: how did she not know? How!? She cursed her own stupidity. She should have known. Savanna should of known. Verna was born the same year as her. Verna was older then her. . . And the words where named in January, the same month that Verna was born.

***

"You came." Savanna said, her honey eyes looked up at him. "I did not think you would."

"And why is that?"

"Because you hate me, Lilith." Savanna said. "You have hated me since my hundredth birthday and me being crowned that title. A title I did not ask for."

"Yet, a title you got." Lilith hissed. "Now, what do you want? And make it fast."

"It's about Verna Tansmia."

"What about her?" Lilith sighed. "I have heard enough about Verna Tansmia."

"It's her."

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