The moment you entered the grand ballroom, you froze. It wasn't because of the tens of attractive faces that turned to you with various degrees of surprise and more or less hostile whispers – though, admittedly, it made you uncomfortable. You couldn't imagine how nauseating you'd feel wearing those Rhysand chosen scraps of fabric.
Nor was it earned by the glamorous decorations that made it seem like you were inside of a gemstone.
No, your astonishment was singlehandedly caused by the crimson-haired beauty, sitting leisurely on her throne.
She looked breathtakingly sophisticated in her purple gown. Like an exotic flower that makes it starkly clear its poison is deadly and yet manages to attract the attention of everyone around with its vibrancy.
Her stare was so sharp and intelligent. The moment your eyes met, you could clearly feel her disdain caused by your presence - and yet the shivers running down your spines weren't at all unpleasant.
Your features softened as you gave both her and Tamlin seated by her side a longing smile.
It's been about two weeks since the last time you've seen her and it felt like spotting the sunshine after endless days of rain.
Rhysand took your hand and lead you towards that lovely enemy. You were to give her a greeting.
"What is... this?" Amarantha motioned towards your tattooed hand in Rhysand's. Your emotional support fae promptly explained about the deal he made with you.
The queen raised her eyebrows and her aura gained an annoyed tint while Tamlin's knuckles grew even paler by how tightly he gripped the armrests. You hurriedly tried to placate the two, unsure whose reaction made you more uncomfortable.
"Well... I did wait for you... But I would've probably died if he hadn't shown up." You shot Rhysand a grateful glance and for some reason, that annoyed Amarantha even more. Wasn't she the one who send Rhysand to check up on you? And he dared to let himself be painted as a saviour.
"I wasn't ready to die yet... not without seeing you again." Because your eyes were coyly fixed on the ground as you spoke, it was unclear whether your confession was directed towards Amarantha or Tamlin.
The high lord would of course be the obvious answer, and yet, Amarantha didn't find it in herself to feel hateful or jealous. With the way your heartbeat quickened when you looked at her and the tips of your human ears reddened, you might have been – just maybe, talking to her.
Disturbed by this revelation, the queen quickly shooed the two of you away.
art: 1950 Cinderella
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