The army arrived in Os Alta early in the morning. Ivy was forced into a room, still shackled together. Servants walked in and out. Some brought food, which Ivy dismissed. Others helped bath her and put her in fresh clothing.
"Only the best for the King," one of the servants stated.
It wasn't long until Ivy was standing, shackled, in front of the King. He was sitting presumptuous on his throne. His gaze burning a hole through Ivy's soul.
"Moon Summoner?" he finally spoke. Ivy didn't move to answer his question. "Well? Are you?"
A guard took a menacing step forward.
"Yes, Your Highness," Ivy finally answered.
"Do you know why I've captured you?" Ivy shook her head. "I need your expertise in fighting a war."
"Why would I help fight your war? This doesn't concern me."
"You help me, I'll help you."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm your best chance at survival."
Ivy remained stoic, but inside she was grimacing. Fjerda hates all types of Grisha. Shu Han wants them for warriors but also to study and test on. Ravka hates Grisha too, but at least they have somewhat of a life among the others.
"I don't need your help," Ivy spit.
"Then I have no use for you." The King motioned to the men behind Ivy. "Out of curiosity, since you'll die anyway, what does a Moon Summoner do?"
Ivy didn't answer. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to do a lot of things she has done in her life. One of them being stuck with Serena, but if she didn't, she never would've met Anton.
"Wait," Ivy spoke. Sometimes you do things you don't want to and sometimes you have no choice.
"Yes?" the King pressed.
"If I help you," Ivy mumbled. "Will you swear Ravka will be a safe place for all Grisha?"
"You have my word."
Ivy didn't believe the King. Rulers lie all the time to get what they so desperately wish for. But this is an opportunity to fulfill her and Anton's wishes.
A wish almost long forgotten. A promise and statement made between the two only six years ago.
A safe place for the Grisha to live and grow.
"Alright, I'll help," Ivy said.
"Fabulous. Let's start off by taking those shackles off. You are not a prisoner. Not anymore."
A guard comes forward, keys in his hands. He forcefully grabs my hands, he's eyes hold annoyance. Ivy rolled her eyes.
In a moment, the shackles fell from her wrists.
"You shall be escorted around," the King spoke. "Just a precaution."
"Of course, Your Highness," Ivy said, gritting her teeth.
"You may wander, as long as you don't find yourself in the west wing. If you are, then you'll be sentenced to prison."
All Ivy did was nod her head as the King excused everyone from the room. A plan forming in Ivy's head. Not a strong one, but definitely the start of one.
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A Love Like No Other
FanficA story of love and betrayal. A story between a girl who goes by multiple names, almost forgetting her real one, while trying to escape the fears of being different. One day, a boy shows up at a Grisha camp and they soon become friends. Cursed with...
