VELARIS
Rhysand had been on his way out of the House of Wind. He was going to meet up with Tam, and he was already running late. But he abruptly halted in his tracks.
His mother stood by the balcony, her gaze lost on the view of the faraway mountains. It had been years since Rhysand had seen her in Illyrian leathers.
"Are you heading out?" He asked as he approached.
She smiled at him. His mother was beautiful, Rhys always had known that, but once his little sister had grown into a young independent female, a weight was lifted off Kore's shoulders. The permanent frown of worry had ceased creasing her brow. She laughed more freely, and smiled wildly. Even at his prick of a father.
"Yes." Kore said. "I have an errand to run."
She showed him her giant ring as she spoke. It looked massive on her delicate hand, and Rhys could not recall a day when she hadn't worn it.
He frowned.
"You grew up so fast, Rhysie." She laughed at the way his cheeks blushed. "One day you'll show up with the love of your life at our doorstep, and by then we would not be able to knock any sense into your thick head."
Rhys scoffed, the last thing he was thinking about was settling down. He thought about females, sure. And he thought about fucking more often than he'd care to admit it to his own mother. But he did not think about marriage. The concept seemed vague to him. His parents were mated and still at odds with each other, he thought.
What chance was there for him to find love, if his father could not after a thousand years?
"What does that have to do with-" Rhys frowned at the way his mother played with her ring.
"I shall depart with my mating gift."
"Are you giving me your ring?"
Kore laughed out loud. "Of course not, I am going to give it to the Weaver."
Rhys blanched.
"Yes." Kore said wickedly. "When the time comes, your future bride may retrieve it for herself."
"You could just say that you want me to stay alone for the rest of my life, you know. No need to hand off family heirlooms to monsters. There is no need for that at all. Or are you trying to make father lose his senses?"
"Your father has more riches than sense. And in fact, he has agreed with me." Kore smiled. "If your future bride manages to retrieve the ring, then we'll know she's worthy."
"Worthy of marrying your insanely handsome and witty son?" Rhys said, with arrogance.
Kore slapped him playfully on the back of his head. "Worthy of putting up with all of your bullshit, Rhysie."
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GOLDEN STRINGS
FanfictionKore had feared the Clipping since she was old enough to understand that it would one day be executed upon her person. She'd had countless nightmares about it; they were filled with blood and gore and pain. Such pain, that she woke up panting, compl...
