ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ★ Acotar

Cₕₐₚₜₑᵣ ₅₀

ℕ𝕚𝕔𝕖 & ℕ𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘

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The inner circle successfully managed to slip into the winter court undetected. They were currently hiking the woods around the mountain where the manor was supposed to be.

"We can't fly up that mountain without freezing to death or being blown away like a leaf" Rhysand said looking at the infinite-like mountain in front of them.

"We trained in the Illyrian mountains, I'm sure we can go up that mountain" Cassian said stretching his wings behind him.

"Sure, if you want your wings to freeze like ice cubes and break the minute you move them" Mor said leaning on a tree.

"So, what do we do then?" Cassian asked confused.

"Azriel has already checked for wards around the manor, fortunately, there wasn't any, so we just winnow" The high lord explained, he was curious as to why there was no protecting wards around the manor.

"Why didn't you just started with that, Rhysand" Mor rolled her eyes and walked towards his cousin for winnowing. The other two Illyrian warriors deciding to winnow by themselves.

They appeared in a huge white marble door with different figures carved into it. Rhysand was right about the wind, they weren't even in entirely in it but the shadowsinger could still hear the lashings of the cold fast wind behind him.

He moved forward and pushed the door opened the freezing marble under his scared fingertips.

Surprisingly the door opened, no lock, no ward. And if he didn't know any better it looked like a trap. He send his whispers to check the entrance hall, but nothing appeared out of place.

He nodded to his friends that the way was free and they entered the manor. It was as elegant as the palace but a smaller version. The entrance hall had a crystal dome instead of roof, and he knew that at nights it was probably beautiful to look at.

At the end of the hall, stairs that separated into more stairs appeared and the glass dome extended to the wall behind the stairs and stopped at the floor. There were blue sparkling garlands on the stairs and the slight smell of wine and smoke in the air.

"Wait, do you hear that?" Mor interrupted his looking around, he concentrated deeply in the sounds around him, and there it was, the muffled sound of music.

He send his shadows into the multiple halls of the manor, until they stopped at the bottom of the door, strangely the shadows stopped there unwilling to move forward, like urging him to come and look inside for himself.

"It's this way" he spoke and without glancing back he started climbing up the stairs, he heard the steps of his friend behind him.

As he passed halls and halls of rooms, the music started to sound stronger along with her smell, he hasn't forgotten it and how with just a whiff of it his muscles seemed to relax and his stomach bubble with a weird feeling.