A COURT OF PAIN AND SORROW (ACOTAR FANFIC)

The devil

Tamlin Tansmia, the High Lord of the Spring Court has many names he had been called many things over the years. But the most important one, the one he loved above all was 'father'. That word meant the most to him then any other world known to fae or mankind. So when he heard his beloved daughter yelling, he ran. Echo was faster. A bit of him smiled at that, how much the woman he cared for loved his daughter. Tamlin did not love Echo, he cared for her, but he never loved her. But he did love Verna, and he would love the child growing inside Echo. His son. Sometimes he could not believe it, Tamlin had not even there when Verna was born. Had not seen the pain of childbirth. But he had been there for when his mother had. . .he tried to block out the image. Of his beautiful mother, Yasmine, with her ginger-blonde hair (that Verna got from her) and her one blue and one green eye. Of her screaming in pain as cups filled with blood where being taking in and out of the room. His beautiful mother screaming in pain, of the blood that just kept coming. Of Ava, his fathers best friend, walking the halls with his father, telling both of them that Yasmine was strong. She would not fail nor die in the birthing bed. Sometimes Tamlin could still remember her screams. A few days later, those screams where replaced with her tears as she died. A new smile created on her neck. Sometimes Tamlin could still see the stillborn child that left his mothers womb. A daughter. His only sister.
He tried to push the image far far away. Of his mothers cries and his fathers cold face. His fathers even older words, 'you killed my daughter' he had hissed to his mate. Her tears. 'Forgive me, mate'.
Tamlin ran into that clearing. Thinking that perhaps Verna had gotten her dress stuck or perhaps something had tried to attack her. What he did not think he would see, was Nyx Artemis fixing his top as he put it into his trousers and his daughter sitting on the grass. Her dress a mess around her hips. He then worked it out. The yell, why she was yelling. And why she looked so, so scared. At the tears on her face. Nyx Artemis, son of his enemy and the woman who he used to love . . . Had raped his beautiful girl.

"Father. . ." Verna whispered.

"What is this!?" Tamlin yelled, his claws at his side. "You think that my court it's your personal play ground!? You think you can do this shit to my daughter!"

Nyx went white as a ghost as he saw them claws, so simpler to his daughters, but at the same time so different. Verna had used hers to take his clothes off, so gently. And now, Tamlin was going to use them to end his life.

"Father—" Verna said slowly. She rose to her feet.

"Verna. . ." Tamlin whispered, at the sound of her fathers voice, the sadness in it she stoped talking. He pulled his daughter to him, before checking once to make sure that she was okay.
That the night heir had not touched her. But of course, his scent was all over her. It made him even more angry. "This means war Artemis. Does your family have no shame? Do you not have shame for what you have just done!? You have taken something very important to me. To Verna herself, your so called friend. Was this why you tried to be her friends? So you could do this to here when no one was looking. You make me sick! Out of everyone in my court, you picked me darling flower. My little girl."

"You act like she is a piece of furniture." Nyx said.

"I've allowed you and your sister to play about in my court!" Tamlin yelled. "And this is how you thank me? By doing that crime. . . To. . .to  my daughter!"

"Sir. . ." Nyx said. He was trying to explain what was really happening what they were doing, that he was not doing that but he was making love to her. The fact that they had been married in secret that they were mates.

"Father!" Verna says but Tamlin just pulled her close.

"Shh, it's alright Verna." Tamlin said kissing his daughters head. "He will never hurt you again, I will make sure of it."