𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎(𝙰𝙲𝙾𝚃𝙰𝚁)

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊

Important Information: I'm adding another OC, Evelina, into this story. Her backstory is called Stargirl, also on my account. If you don't want to read it, you don't have to. She is Rhysand's twin sister, and Azriel's mate. She has three children. (Not all of them are Azriel's)

The events of the first book will be rushed because I know you guys care more about ACOMAF-ACOSF

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"This is so exciting!" I gushed, pacing the dining room.

     Lately, the sensation of excitement had become unfamiliar to me, a rarity I hadn't experienced in nearly half a century.

"Don't get your hopes up," Tamlin warned me with a deep sigh.

"All you have to do is make her fall in love with you," I beamed. Lucien groaned and rolled his russet eye. "And then we're all free! I can go home!"

     Nearly five decades had passed since that fateful night at the masquerade with Rhys, when I had the misfortune of crossing Amarantha by voicing my distain for her. 

     Her retribution was swift and cruel; she exiled me to the Spring Court for a century, fully aware of my distain for Tamlin.

     Not content with mere banishment, she stripped me of my cherished ability to fly. My once-majestic wings had been reduced to a burden.

     My head snapped towards the large oak doors as they creaked open. The girl that stepped inside was younger--more fragile than I expected. I hadn't come across very many humans in my lifetime. 

     Her freckled face was pretty enough, though gaunt. Likely the result of starvation, if her malnourished body was an indicator. Her golden brown hair was thin and lifeless, hanging limply down her shoulders. 

     She wore Spring Court attire, though she seemed to have opted for a tunic and pants, which was unusual for Spring. It was still quite traditional here, though not as much as Illyria or the Autumn Court. 

"Feyre!" I greeted her, standing up with a smile on my face. "It's so nice to meet you. I'm Astraea!"

     The girl's gaze locked onto mine, her blue eyes brimming with wonder as she took in my wings. It dawned on me that she had never encountered an Illyrian before. I reclaimed my seat, masking my discomfort with a chuckle that resonated lightly through the air.

"Astraea lives in the manor, so if you ever need anything, talk to her," Tamlin told Feyre, his voice gruff. Not quite the right way to go about making a girl fall in love with you. She nodded hesitantly and sat down.

     Tamlin allowed me to live in the manor purely out of guilt for selling out and helping slaughter Iridessa and Angelina. Iridessa had been more of a mother to me than my own, and Angelina had just been a little girl. Neither of us discuss the matter, but we didn't get along, either. I would pretend--for Feyre's sake. 

"You're not wearing a mask," she observed, eyes narrowed as she studied me.

"I'm from another court," I explained, leaving it there. I did not want to discuss it further.

     I got caught up in a conversation with Lucien and Tamlin. While we had been rivals when my exile began, my vocal opposition to Amarantha had earned their wary trust.

     Despite my disdain for Tamlin, I tolerated him for my own good. His volatile temper was a force to be reckoned with, and I had no desire to become its next target. 

     Lucien was much easier to get along with. Besides, he was quite close with Evelina--my brother's mate, and Rhysand's sister. If she trusted him, I did, too.