Velaris Archeron was the light in her three older sisters' dim life.
When their life is threatened as war approaches, Velaris and her sisters' life will change forever.
When her true identity is revealed, will Velaris' light be ruined by darkness? O...
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Velaris was lying down on Nesta's lap as she stroked her hair while gossiping with Elain who sat across from them by the hearth.
"Vel, you look exhausted. Have you not been sleeping?" Nesta asked her, frowning in concern, making Elain look at her in worry as well. Velaris quickly reassured the two, "No, I'm okay. It's just been a few hectic days at work—we had a lot of clients."
"Well, maybe you should stop working with the seamstress if it's this tiring", Elain wondered aloud, clearly unaware that if she stopped working they would most likely starve to death.
"No, it's okay. Don't worry, I can handle it" she quickly answered her loving yet very naive sister.
Nesta and Elain have been in denial of their poor situation for years now. They had done nothing to help Feyre carry the burden of providing for their family, but Velaris loved her sisters. And so she stayed silent and helped Feyre as much as she could. Feyre loved her for it—they all did. Even Nesta saw Velaris as a daughter, raising her as her own little baby from the moment she found her in the woods for their mother refused to raise a girl not of her blood. Nesta never cared for it and loved her regardless of that fact.
Velaris stood up when she heard the sound of footsteps by the door, relieved that Feyre returned from the hunt. She scanned her for any injuries and after finding none, she asked "Are you alright?"
The latter gave her a gentle smile in reply. Feyre was grateful that at least one of her sisters cared for her. Velaris was always supportive of her no matter what and Feyre didn't know what she would do without her, praying to whatever gods exist that she will never have to find out.
"Feyre! Where did you get that?" Elain's hungry voice interrupted their conversation. "Where do you think I got it?" Velaris recognized Feyre's hoarse voice. Knowing how much the lack of care in Elain's voice about her state hurt her, she clutched her hand—silently showing her support to the second youngest Archeron. Yet Elain was clearly clueless because she asked "Will it take you long to clean it?" while pushing her hand against her empty stomach.
"Feyre. What luck you had today—in bringing us such a feast." their father rumbled, making Nesta snort. Nesta despised their father for giving up, but Velaris couldn't. Not after he took her in as his own, being the best father she could ever ask for.
"We can eat half the meat this week, and dry the other half" Feyre said, glancing at the deer that took up the entirety of their rickety dining table.
"And I'll go to the market tomorrow to see how much I can get for the hides" Feyre finished, more to herself and Velaris—who was the only one who always listened to her.
Elain quickly jumped in saying she needed a new coat and an argument started between her elder sisters about what to do with the money. Velaris walked away from the three, knowing she needed to start getting ready now before she was late for her shift in the brothel.
They dined on roasted venison that night after Velaris came back to their small cottage. Velaris didn't take a second helping, knowing her sisters needed it more than her—who already ate in the brothel. The youngest Archeron opted on listening to her sisters arguing about Tomas Mandray and interrupted before the fight got worse, opting to urge Nesta and Elain to come with her to their shared room before their spat escalated.
Velaris walked to the dresser with 4 drawers—one for each of the sisters that had beautiful paintings made by Feyre with the paint Velaris got for her. Flowers for Elain, Flames for Nesta, the night sky for Feyre, and a blooming tree wrapped in shadows in the midst of an autumn night standing alongside a patch of sea for Velaris. The girl dressed in a nightgown found in her drawer before moving to the bed, laying next to Feyre who wrapped her arms around her.
