A COURT OF PAIN AND SORROW (ACOTAR FANFIC)

The Siren

Echo had been called many things in her life. Only some of which were true. She was indeed a siren. A killer. But she only killed to eat, she was after all made that way. And if the Mother did not like it, then why did she make her that way? However there were some names she had been called in her life, that she was not. One of theses names was whore. She knew that she would be called that as soon as the news about her relationship with Tamlin came out. Knew that Verna, the girl she cared so much for, would call her that. But she was no such thing. Tamlin has been the only one she had slept with. Echo sat on the the steps on the manor waiting for Verna to come back home. Verna only said, at breakfast that day, that she was going to see an old friend. And Echo knew who that was.

"What are you doing?" Tamlin asked walking over to her, he placed one of his hands on her shoulders.

"Verna still is not home." Echo said.

"She's a big girl," Tamlin laughed. "Plus she knows her way around the woods."

"What if something happened to her?" Echo said looking up at him. "What if she is lost?"

"I just said she knows her way around the woods, dear." Tamlin said sitting behinds her. "Plus, Verna is the scariest thing in that woods."

Echo smiled at that before putting her head on her high lords shoulders.

It was moments like theses that she reminded herself of her childhood. Why she needed to marry Tamlin. He might be an asshole to anyone but his daughter, but he could look after Echo. Any children they would have together. She put her hand on her small pregnant stomach, Tamlin saw it and also put his hand there.

"Are you well?" Tamlin asked.

"Very." Echo whispered. "The babe is just moving, it just hurts."

Echo sighed as she looked down. She hoped it was a boy, she prayed to the mother that it was. She could not have a girl. She could not. But then there was the fact that any child they had might be born with a tail. Or perhaps none.
No high fae midwife would be ready for that, only a siren midwife. She might have even have to go to her childhood home to give birth, and Echo never wanted to go home. Not water what happened all them years ago. She would have to beg the queen of the siren caves, a woman she would rather not speak to, to send a midwife. Even then the queen might say no.
A high fae midwife would have to do, but they would need a bucket of water for both mother and child to lie in while the birth was happening. If the child was indeed born with a siren tail, Echo might have to show her tail. Her dead tail.

"What are you thinking about?" Tamlin asked.

"Things." Replies Echo as she crossed her legs.
"Maybe if we start fucking she would pop up,"

Tamlin joked. "If you wish."

Tamlin laughed before he kissed Echos cheek, and then her hand. And the ring on it.

"Soon you shall be my wife." Tamlin said. "And  our son will be born. A perfect son."

Echo laughed as she saw a finger moving in the woods below the manor.

"Tamlin. . ." She whispered jumping up.

"What?" He asked her.

"Nothing." She said. "I thought I saw something in the woods but it was nothing."

But she did see something. She looked into the future and saw something that she did not like.
Something she knew that she could not change.
Mortals always say that the future is changeable, but Echo knew better. The future was not changeable. And what she saw was all ready in the works.
That no matter what she did, this love story would end in a tragedy.