Andrea Archeron was Nesta, Elain and Feyre's, mother.
Though her sickness nearly killed her, she survived. Just like she survived her husband's abuse. As a young 15-year-old girl at that time who was raped, Andrea had no choice other than to marry '...
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"Nesta, sweetheart?" Andrea knocked on the door hesitantly.
Nesta has been in the bathroom for a long time, and she got worried.
"Sweetie?" She asked quietly as she opened the door.
Andrea gasped at the sight of her eldest daughter shivering in the bath, staring at the bath water in fear.
Andrea slowly entered the bath, wincing as the cold water reached her skin.
"My flame," she whispered calmly, hugging her daughter tightly.
Nesta started sobbing against her mother's shoulder—the warmth of her mother's comfort pulling her out of the cold fear.
"T-the Cauldron," Nesta sobbed. Andrea closed her eyes to prevent the tears from spilling.
"It-it was so cold there, mama. I tried to fight and it burned—it burned so bad."
"It's okay," Andrea muttered soothingly. "The Cauldron isn't here anymore. You're safe. We're safe, okay?"
"Mhm," Nesta agreed, pulling away from her mother slowly.
"Come on, let's get you dried and cleaned."
Nesta stayed quiet as Andrea helped her out of the bath and back to bed.
Elain gasped at the sight of her strong sister so...broken.
The younger sister immediately stood from the bed, pulling dry clothes out of the closet and placing them on the bed before helping her mother dry Nesta's hair.
The three Archeron women sat on the bed together, their hands clenched together.
Nesta was like a caged predator, prepared to strike and lash out, while Elain was the beautiful flower-she was as delicate as the rose's petals but there was a side to her only the other two women sitting on the bed knew—she had the strength of the rose's thorns as well.
And Andrea-she was the sun, glowing warmth and comfort, yet she could easily burn and destroy if she wished to. She could set the worlds aflame
Now, after the Cauldron, they were the same yet different. Nesta tended to be quiet now, rarely lashing out at others. Elain retreated to herself, yet her strength seemed to appear once in a while. Andrea tried to remain as strong as possible for her daughters but sometimes, she broke down.
"Women do not break," Nesta whispered, looking down at Andrea's and Elain's hands intertwined with hers.
"Women do not break," the two repeated.
The three women lay down on the bed, falling asleep in each other's arms.
