A COURT OF PAIN AND SORROW (ACOTAR FANFIC)

The witch of the woods and her truth

From the moment the woman appeared in Nyx's Artemix bedroom in Hawn City, he knew to follow her. She had not said a word to him, but he knew what she wanted. He had seen her before, close three months ago during the Tithe of the Spring Court. Her face still haunted his dreams. Nyx knew who she was. What she was. He knew her title and what it meant.

The Witch of the Spring Court.

Nyx knew next to nothing about this witch nor her power, but he knew the story about why her eyes were in her hands. Everyone knew that story. When Nyx did not move from his bed, the witch hissed.

"Follow, night." She growled, and so he did.

She gave him her hand, Nyx thought he would feel something like an eyeball, seeing that her eye was in it. But he just felt skin. The next minute they were in a small cottage in the Spring Court. Not like the one Verna owns, the one they spent their wedding night in, this one was different this once felt. . .off. It felt older then the world itself. Normally a house like this would only exist in the space between courts. Between the mountains between the seasonal courts and the courts that allowed nature to take its natural course.

"Why don't you—"

"I don't like it." She hissed. "Amarantha ruined that space. It's no longer holy. Plus, I like it here. Now, sit, young night."

"I have a name."

"Of course you do, I'm not stupid." She hissed. Her voice sounded like nails running down a old chalkboard. "Nyx Artemis." Some part of him hated the sound of his own name in her mouth. "The first born heir to the Night Court. Son of Rhysand and the Cursebreaker. I'm blind, not stupid."

"And your the witch of the spring—"

"My name is Sage." She said. "I'm a friend of Verna, kind off."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well," Sage said. "How should I put this so your stupid male brain understands? I give Verna her pain relief every sixish months to stop the pain a woman feels on her period. More Verna bleeds like a river, poor thing." She shock her head. "Make me feel thankful that I cannot bleed though my legs."

"Pain relief for such things are—" Nyx said slowly. Sage hissed. Showing rows of sharp endless teeth. She then raised an hand, unbelievable pain went to his stomach. "Fair enough." Nyx whispered, a hand on his stomach. "I never said it was wrong."

"Just wanted to prove a point."

"What did you do?" Nyx hears a female say at the door, he turned to see Verna standing there. A sage plant in her hand.

"Nothing." The witch said, looking at the Heiress of this court before she turned her face to the Heir of the Night Court. "Yet."

"Sage!" Verna yells before walking over to Nyx and hitting him across the face. "Me first!"

Nyx took Verna's arm in his hand to stop her from hitting him once more, "what was that for?"

"Was it all a lie?" She spat. "Did you lie to me Nyx? Was it all one big lie so you could get into my pants! Into my bed?" She cried.

"So you know?" Nyx whispered. "About Erica I mean."

"Of course I know!" Verna said sighing. "Was it all a lie?"

"No!" Nyx hissed back at her. "None of it was a lie. I took you as my wife. You are my mate."

"Do you love me?" She yelled. "Or was that an lie?"

"Do you love me?" Nyx asked. "I know that it was a way out for you. . .tell me. Was it just a way out or was it more than that?"

She stepped back, "I asked first."