𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
: ̗̀➛ In 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 the younger twin of Feyre Archeron
has to fight through the thorns of roses just
to survive.
〔Azriel x oc〕
╰┈˚ · ° . slowburn!
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╰┈˚ · ° . THE FOLLOWING MORNING, I WOKE UP FROM the little sleep that I had gotten after returning from the job I was sent to do. When I walked downstairs, the blood of the faerie that had died the previous night, had been completely cleaned up as nothing had ever happened.
Just as I climbed down the last stair, a voice called out my name.
"Maiven, can I talk to you? It won't take long." Tamlin said, walking towards me with sure and composed strides.
"I guess." I answered unsure. My only hope was that the conversation wouldn't end up in angry shouts or death glares. I knew that he didn't know about me sneaking out during the night as he was burying the dead faerie, and I knew he didn't know about what I had actually done after I was back in the room that he had given me. And he definitely didn't know about the one I had killed as he mourned the male that had died in his dining room. The poor fae that I killed would serve another purpose. One that I did not know and I didn't want to but I had a feeling that I would soon enough.
"I want to give this to you." He said, extending his arm in front of him.
In his hand there it was. My knife. I was a little shocked to say the least. For all the time that I had asked about my weapons he never, not even once, replied with a maybe or I'll think about it. Not that I needed the others anymore since I had a chest filled with them hidden away in the woods now.
I reached forward, taking the knife. My grip on it was strong once it was back in my hand. I looked up staring at the High Lord in front of me with furrowed eyebrows. It still didn't make any sense to me.
"Why?" I asked totally and utterly confused
"Take it as a thank you for what you did yesterday night. It might not be all your weapons but I guess you can have at least this knife." He answered with a shrug of his shoulders.
I nodded my thanks to the High Lord before the High Fae swiftly turned around and walked away back to the way he had come from.
I twirled the knife, relishing in the familiar weight of it in my hand. A small smile formed on my face at the feeling of having it back.
