[ 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ]
: ̗̀➛ In 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 the younger twin of Feyre Archeron
has to fight through the thorns of roses just
to survive.
〔Azriel x oc〕
╰┈˚ · ° . slowburn!
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╰┈˚ · ° . ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴇʏʀᴇ'ꜱ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛᴀꜱᴋ when Maiven was called by Amarantha.
The guards escorted her to an already familiar room down in the dungeons.
Probably Amarantha's favorite place, well, other than her throne room.
The room was cold and moisty and the blood stained the floor. In the middle of it there was a chair. A blue-haired faerie sat on it bounded by ropes.
Another chair, more similar to a small throne, was placed near a wall. Exactly where Amarantha would sit comfortably, while watching who she declared to be tortured. It wasn't for information or because they were traitors. No, it was for the queen's pleasure
A sick show just made for her.
Hours and hours passed with Maiven torturing the blue-haired faerie before she died. Her unusual blue blood painted the assassin's hands.
The show had ended for the queen but what Maiven had done would haunt her for the rest of her life.
"What is your name?" Maiven had whispered just before the faerie's last breath
Layla. That was her name. And it was already scarred into her soul.
Maiven knew that she would end up forgetting her name, just like she had already forgotten the dozens before the blue-haired faerie, but at least she knew who she had killed.
With the now dry blood still coating her hands, Maiven was escorted back to her cell where in the dark corner, the High Lord of the Night Court was hidden.
The door slammed behind her, caging the human girl again in the room.
"Did you stay there for long, Rhysand?" Maiven asked, sitting down on her bed.
Rhysand tsked before walking to stand in front of Mai.
"I came to inform you that I healed your sister" Rhysand saint with a smirk.
