You spent the next few days thinking about Amarantha, waiting to be summoned again.
There was one thing you'd realised.
Everything she's done so far has been the result of her excessive love, be it for Tamlin, or for Clythia.
Since love was so etched into her life, wouldn't it kind of make sense if it was a part of her riddle as well? It was just a theory though, if she really wished to make you suffer, she'd make the answer something totally unrelated.
Once Amarantha finally called for you, you greeted her with a painfully wide smile.
First and foremost, she wanted to know your name, since it obviously wasn't Claire. But for some reason, you were not willing to disclose it.
"Isn't it common courtesy for a person to introduce themselves first if they want to know someone's name? I'm sure your parents didn't name you The Blight."
Somewhere in the throne room, there was the sound of something shattering, whether it was some fae's reaction to your jaw-dropping audacity or Amarantha's fury, you did not know.
"What are you playing at, human?" There was no damn chance you didn't know her name, were you just trying to piss her off? You should learn some of the good manners you were preaching about. Would pulling out your spine be enough to teach you?
"I know the circumstances of our first meeting weren't ideal..." you said piously, "but I want to do things the right way from now on."
She had just about enough of your b***t and so she called out a name.
And the smooth voice that sounded from behind you made the blood in your veins turn to ice.
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