"What would you do if I told you I was cursed?"
CASSIAN X OC
IN WHICH SHE IS HER FAMILIES BEST KEPT SECRET, AND ITS CASSIANS JOB TO FIGURE HER OUT.
PRE ACOTAR - ACOSF
'All these Herculean reasons, I won't sleep until I'm fed and full and the market's a bull. And the men that I'm after, call me the master. Couldn't reason with the underdog once you've been it, then you'll always be one. Looking around the arena thinking I'm just like you. But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do' ~ Dog Eat Dog, Tommy Lefroy.
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When Florence turned up to Jonah and Luka's training session the following morning, Luka had simply handed her a sword and instructed her to focus. He had ignored the dying daisy chain on her wrist with a roll of his eyes, and had torn Jonah's off like it held the plague.
She had started off with Jonah, the latter going slow, taking her through the parries and swipes as he presented the clear demonstrations. Luka decided to throw her into the ring an hour in, fighting swiftly and brutally in a way that took her down in less than two minutes.
She hissed as she fell to the floor for the third time in the past seven minutes, Lukas sword glaring down at her, his eyebrow quirked upwards. "I get why you're doing this, sister, but you're going to have to put effort in."
Effort in. Jonah cringed from his place on the side of the ring, and Florence glared up at her brother and imagined him in the depths of hell as she pushed herself off of the ground (again). She huffed. "I'm trying."
It was all she wanted. To not be that defenceless again.
"Not hard enough." Luka turned, meeting eyes with someone she hadn't noticed was watching towards the tree shrouded corner of the camps training grounds. Archer. She hissed again, sending him an infamous glare too. Luka ignored all of this, of course, some part of her thinks he was enjoying this. "You'll train with me every morning, and with the valkyries every afternoon. Got it?"
He wanted her, human her, to train with some of the most powerful fae warriors in the war? She vaguely felt bile rise up her throat before Jonah hefted her up off the floor, giving her hand a tight squeeze. "You can't be serious?" Her friend asked her brother. "We don't even-"
"Florence is my sister, that grants her certain... connections."
She hated the way Luka said that, as if she was somehow superior to the very mortals she belonged to. "Im not good enough." It slipped out so quickly. Maybe she wouldn't have said it if her head was screwed on properly; but it was true. She had started training today, and only knew basic defence from classes in her youth. She was no where up to the task to train with valkyries.
Jonah said nothing, Luka rolled his eyes. 'Don't give away what our families connections have given you." He snapped. "They'll train you fit to your abilities, Florence. Be greatful."
Her throat was like cedar as she watched Archer shake his head from a distance, his disappointed frown at her outburst meeting her eyes before he walked away. She pulled back into her metre radius through the feel of cold steel biting her palm and her brother glaring dow at her shorter frame. "Again."
