A COURT OF PAIN AND SORROW (ACOTAR FANFIC)

The Sun

Anyone who was anyone knew that her grandmother, Margarita, hated the royal family of the Winter Court. And she did not mean to say them words, but it was the first time in a month that she had seen her beautiful Verna. She first had arrived at the Spring Court, with the other female close at hand, when she heard what happed to Verna from Echo she ran to the Winter Court.

"Have they." Circe growled. "Have they hurt you?"

"No." Verna answered trying to calm the High Priestess down. "They have not hurt me."

"Good." Circe whispered before turning her eyes to her cousin, the high lord. "If she had so much as a cut I will kill you."

"H-how did you get in?" Kallista said. "M-my father made it so—"

"Your father!" Circe laughed. "Your stupid father. I walked in without a second thought, your guards to confused to understand what was happing. Your father made it so no MALE heir of the Elfinson line can enter. Seemed to forget about the females."

"Plus," the other female said putting her hand in her large chest. "I was here. That spell was stupid—"

"Freya Evermore." Rhysand said. Verna swore she saw the High Lord smiling, his eyes soften as if he knew this Freya personally. "The great mighty Dragon. Welcome."

"Oh yes." She said waving a hand.

"Your the Dragon?" Verna found herself asking. "I thought you would be—"

"Taller?" The Dragon said rolling her light purple eyes. "Oh please, throughout the years many males have thought that. None of which have been able to beat me in battle."

The Dragon was known throughout all of the known world. Her story was legendary. When Verna was younger she even did a small photos of the Dragon hanging it up in her bedroom. Until her father saw it and smiled at it, Verna took it down later that day. Her hair was white. Not the white of the snowdrops outside this room, but the white and silver of the stars. Of the moon glowing high up in the sky. her eyes a light purple. And for some reason Verna thought the female looked very familiar, yet she could work out where she had seen her before.

"Stop staring." The dragon said slowly. "It's scary, Rhysand."

"Two hundred years and you call me Rhysand again?"

"Yeah." The dragon said. The sword at her hip glowing. "You can calm down." She said looking at it, and then around the ice palace around her. "Yes, yes I understand that it's the first time you have been back in Seven hundred years but calm the fuck down."

Verna found herself smiling at the woman's words. She found herself pulling Circe closer to her.

"Let's go home." Circe whispered into her ear.

Verna was about to nod when her father looked at the two females. His green eyes went into Circe's black before turning to Kallista's blue.

"My daughter will not longer be able to come to these so called 'luncheons'" he spat. "Not only had she fallen from a balcony in the Night Court. She has now gotten lost for over twenty-four hours. If I was anyone else, it would be enough for me to call for my banners and therefore war. Find yourself thankful I'm not doing that."

"A bit much." Nyx sighed. "We are fine. Not even a cut on us."

"Keep you mouth shut boy." Tamlin yelled at Nyx. "I don't even what to think about the unthinkable things that you could of done to my daughter. Verna is no longer allowed to go. . .and if you force her. . .you will have no idea what I would do."

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Circe Van Rosenburg was looking at the High Lord of the Spring Court. The Dragon sat next to her tapping her foot. When she was younger, she thought Freya was the most beautiful female she had ever seen. But she was
a child then, and did not realize that the Dragon, while shy to others, was a cunt to the people she knew personally. She twisted a small red ball into her hands. Freya Evermore, also known as the Dragon to people she did not deem worthy enough to call her by her given name, could not understand people properly.
Sometimes she found doing simple acts as understanding people's emotions or taking peoples words for truth, not understanding sarcasm.