The Love We Deserve - Azriel x OC

Fey the Fae

­Look for the manor.

That's what the baker had said.

And here I stood, in front of this beautiful manor, flowers blooming in the garden like something out of a fairytale. And I couldn't find it within myself to appreciate it.

I approached the doors, pushing the groaning wood open and surveying the spacious room, the staircase. This was strange.

Considering the last time I had been in their house, if you could even call it that, it was barely standing and now this. Either one of them married rich or...actually there isn't an alternative.

And it was quiet. Far too quiet.

Movement sounded from a room across from me and I crept forward, leaning my head close to the door but it was silent again.

In a flash of movement, the door had been swung open and something cold pressed against my neck, my eyes meeting hazel.

An extremely attractive man stood in front of me, dark hair and fighting leathers. He smelt like spice and night. His eyes were hard, narrow as he stared at me, wings flared behind him. So perhaps man had been the wrong description. Fae.

My head tilted ever so slightly, eyes flicking down to where my own dagger was pressed between the gap of his waist. He followed, it was then that I noticed the dark shapes that seemed to twirl around him. Shadows flickering around their master, sliding towards me curiously.

"Alex?" a voice broke our stalemate, and I peered over his shoulder, eyes skimming past the other males in search of familiarity.

A pretty female fae stared at me and I felt my whole body still, adrenalin pausing in it's coursing through my veins. Feyre.

My lips parted in question, eyebrows furrowing as she hurried towards me, the hazel eyed fae moving aside quickly as she fell into my arms.

"Feyre?" I asked, looking down at the bundle of hair that was tucked against me, arms finally moving to embrace her. She was fae. How was she fae?

I pulled back to look at her, hands holding her shoulders as my eyes roamed her face. Her smoothed-out features and pointed ears. The child I once knew was long gone, replaced with the strong fae female in front of me.

Her blue eyes returned the gesture, taking in the scar that dragged down my right cheek. The years of dirt and grime that sat on me. The lack of light that had once sat in my eyes.

"I thought you were dead" she admitted, chest rising and falling with emotion as her eyes lined with silver.

"I think there's slightly more pressing matters rather than me being here" my fingers traced the smooth skin of her cheek, eyebrows drawing together. "you're fae"

"Nice work Alex. Always the observant" A snarky voice drawled, and my gaze sharpened, settling on the oldest Archeron sister "a pity to see you didn't manage to get yourself killed"

Nesta sat at the head of the dining table, wine swishing around the glass in her hand nonchalantly as her grey eyes burned towards me.

"Nesta" Feyre seethed, and my lips titled up ever so slightly. It's nice to see that some things haven't changed.

"it's alright. Nice to see that the lamb still remembers how to mewl" my words made Nesta scowl deeply whilst I rose an eyebrow, a snort that quickly turned into a cough emitting from the long haired fae to our right.

"right let me just give you some space" Nesta might have well of spat the words before she rose from her seat, taking the rest of the bottle with her before the door slammed behind her.

Feyre sighed heavily and I watched the twitch of her lips, knowing she wasn't happy.

She was fae. How was she fae?

"Fey" I spoke softly, and she turned to me "what did I miss?"