A COURT OF PAIN AND SORROW
(A Acotar fanfic by Sarah J. Maas.)
Two hundred years after ACOSF. A new generation of heirs have been born. Of Night. Of Winter and of Spring.
Nyx Artemis is the heir to the night court, the eldest child of Rhysand and...
The next morning, the morning of the wedding, Julian ran into Verna Amila Tansmia's bedroom. He was screaming. Verna half thought that her father might of been killing him, but she did not care. She was tired. So, so tired. Lucien then ran into the bedroom, cursing Julian.
"Verna!" Julian yelled.
"Can you please be quiet!?" Lucian yelled. "She is probably still asleep. Plus, it's her Mating, she probably wants to rest before hand."
"I cannot sleep," Verna said. "Not now. Not when he is here." She hissed pointing her long nail at Julian. A nail that ended in a claw. She hated her claws, but sometimes when she was angry they would come out. Verna then turned her green eyes to Julian. "What do you want?" Verna whispered.
"You need to wake up," Lucien said before placing a large white dress down. "Vassa left it for you. For today."
Verna looked at the beautiful dress. It was a soft white colour. Verna knew that is she wore it, that it would come down to her shoulders. It had see-threw sleeves that where covered in vines. And around the waist and shoulders it seemed to have flowers on it.
"I can't ware that." Verna said slowly. "I will get mud on it. I don't want to ruin it. I don't want to cut them."
"Verna, they are dress that Vassa left behind for you, so in they are really your dresses." Julian laughed. "Unless you want to wear one of them dresses that your dear father gets you. And we all know Tamlins eyes for fashion goes."
Lucian smoothed it out as Verna's lip twitched up into a small smirk.
"Fine." Verna said under her breath.
Julian did have a point, her father was terrible at picking clothes for her. Before everything with Echo happened, she normally picked out Verna's outfits. Sometimes, Circe picked them out however the female did not have an eye for fashion. Verna looked once again at the dress and smiled, she ran a hand down the soft dress. For Vassa, she would wear it. For Vassa, the woman that treated Verna as if she was her own daughter, she would wear it. Verna would wear it with her head held high, she would wear it in the memory of the female.
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When the sun was low in the sky and the moon was rising above the trees. They had to wait until everyone had done to bed, to make sure that no one knew. Lucian walked Verna down the stairs hand in hand. Behind her, Julian was fixing the dress. Verna turned her head to thank him, but she then saw Echo asleep on the sofa. One hand was above her stomach, looking after the son that she believed grew in there. Her father, was no where to see. He was probably no where to be seen, he was probably in his own bedroom. Verna had never been in there, not once. But Verna knew that both of them where asleep. Both of them unaware that in half an hour, Verna would be the mate of the heir of the Night Court. Both of them unaware that she planned on making Nyx her mate. Verna smiled slightly as the thought. One day, when she was crowned High Lady she would rule beside her. Verna laughed slightly as she smiled.
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Note: for anyone who cannot image the dress or want something to image. This is what the dress looks like in my mind.
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