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 NEXT DAY, Lucian, Tamlin, Feyre and I, all sat together at the table for lunch—which was breakfast since we had all got up later than usual.
Lucien kept rubbing at his temples as he ate, unusually silent. Feyre hid her smile as she asked him, "And where were you last night?"
Lucien's metal eye narrowed on me before turning to Feyre. "I'll have you know that while you two were dancing with the spirits, and I was sober enough, I got stuck on border patrol." Tamlin gave a pointed cough, and Lucien added, "With some company." He gave her a sly grin. "Rumor has it you two didn't come back until after dawn."
"You bit my neck on Fire Night," She said under her breath towards Tamlin. "If I can face you after that, a few kisses are nothing."
I widened my eyes at the new information. Of course, I had talked with Feyre. I knew of her feelings for the High Lord, and, by the looks that the two exchanged, but this, this was a completely new information.
Tamlin braced his forearms on the table as he leaned closer to the girl. "Nothing?"
As Lucien shifted in his seat, muttering to the Cauldron to spare him, I groaned, putting my hands to my face as the two lovers didn't even seem to spare us a glance as they continued to flirt shamelessly.
"Nothing,"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm trying to eat," Lucien said.
"We, we are trying to eat." I muttered with a huff. "And today I feel very stabby. You might not want to get on my nerves."
Three pairs of eyes landed on me, which I completely ignored continuing to eat.
"Now that I have your attention, Tamlin," Lucien snapped. With some effort, Tamlin glanced back at his emissary. "Not to be the bearer of truly bad tidings, but my contact at the Winter Court managed to get a letter to me." Lucien took a steadying breath "The blight," Lucien said tightly, softly. "It took out two dozen of their younglings. Two dozen, all gone." He swallowed. "It just ... burned through their magic, then broke apart their minds. No one in the Winter Court could do anything—no one could stop it once it turned its attention toward them. Their grief is ... unfathomable. My contact says other courts are being hit hard—though the Night Court, of course, manages to remain unscathed. But the blight seems to be sending its wickedness this way—farther south with every attack."
