A Court Of Moondust And Shadows (Azrielxoc)

Desperate moves

    It was dark in Rayna's mind. So many thoughts, emotions and memories were consuming her at the same time. Her head hurt and she wanted out. Please just make it stop, she begged...

   'Little shadow?'

 Rayna opened her eyes at the familiar voice of Luke Castellan. As she tried and failed to push herself off the ground she realized she wasn't in the room with all those fae anymore. She was in Luke's bedroom, the day she watched him die. The illusion of the little boy before her moved with ease to hold her face with his covered in blood hands, despite the knife she could see coming out of his chest.

  'Fate wielder.'

  She relaxed into his touch. Oh, how she would have loved to just hold him forever, alive, in the space between reality and dream. He ran his small hands trough her hair.

   'Fate wielder.' He repeated the words.

 She lifted her eyes confused, he had never called her that before. Somewhere far away someone seemed to scream her name in agony, one, no, two voices.

   'What?'

  'Fate wielder.' He repeated.

  She pushed herself off the bed. Not even his voice sounded like his voice anymore.

   'Luke.' She whispered his name.

 The voices calling her name grew louder. She backed away from him, closer to the source of the screams. The moment she tore her gaze away from the boy it all came back to her. And the voices, she knew who was screaming her name. Azriel and...no, it couldn't be...

   'Nesta!'

 Rayna opened her eyes just as the King of Hybern grabbed her chin forcefully. She was back in the room, still on the floor. The ruler knelt before her, studying her like a rare gem stone.

   'Don't touch her!' Azriel growled as he started crawling to her, despite the pain, despite the fatal danger the movement could put him in. Mor tried to hold him back but he only pushed her off with a brutality that made her fall back on the ground, more from pure shock than anything else. 

  The King paid him no mind, his sole focus on her and her alone. 

   'Formidable.' There was hunger in his eyes as he turned her head to the side, examining every part of her. 

  But Rayna wasn't paying attention to him, her now brown eyes were fixed on the two Archeron sisters who had just been brought into the room. Neither would meet her eyes, not in this form. She wasn't their friend anymore, no, she was a stranger the same way Feyre became one. Nothing fae looking could ever be accepted by them. Rayna's heart broke for the third time that night.

  Her broken gaze only snapped back to the King when he went to reach for her wings. Groaning from the pain she made the disappear, retract into her back before his fingers could brush past the most sensitive parts of them.

   'Remarkable.' He smiled and it made Rayna want to claw her skin off. 'Shh, you are mine now. What a prize, what a weapon. I shall make you my queen, what powerful children you will breed.'

 She felt like she was going to throw up. The King finally seemed to finish his inspection and deemed her too weak after he had literally ripped her glamours she had been wearing for 50 years apart. Rayna tried to get up or at least into a sitting position but she couldn't, proving him right. He knew she was no threat to him in that moment, not until she was recovered.