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 DOUBLE OAK DOORS CLOSED BEHIND ME with too loud thud that echoed all around, and it felt more like an omen. With only torches to light my way inside, I took the stairs for the second level where there was only an hallway to greet, three doors on each side and a final one painted red at the end. Two guards stood at the side of it.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, I coated my dread with nothingness and I forced my heartbeat to be stable as I raised my hand to knock. But before my scarred knuckles could come in contact with the wooden surface, Bracken's voice echoed from the other side of the door.
"Enter." His words were an absolute command.
With his Fae senses he already knew that it was me. So with eyes casted to the floor, I opened the door.
"Sit" Another command. It came after minutes that I stood motionless in front of his desk waiting for his directives.
I sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk lowering the veil down to my neck.
"Talk." Braken loved to speak in single words. It filled him with pride, fueling his love for power that he held when even with so little, a single word, he could command everyone to do as he said.
"I was brought to Prythian with my sister by a Fae. A High Lord. Feyre had killed a wolf on a hunt. We later found out that he was Fae too. By some law of the Treaty, Prythian must have claimed her life. In a way or another. I decided to go with her to protect her. He took us both to his court because we wouldn't say who had killed the wolf. We stayed there all these months. We arrived back this morning." I explained with as few words as I could. The quicker we could go through this, the better it would be. Less time with him meant lessening the probabilities to give away my fear and quickened heartbeat.
One of the most important rules that Braken had for his assassins was to not lie to him. Ever. So I had to tell the truth. I was too afraid of the consequences on my family to lie straight to his face. And he knew that perfectly. I was already in too much trouble to lie.
He was the only thing that scared me beyond imagination.
"So you decided to go to Prythian without my permission." Braken stated. He tilted his head the way a predator would, an eyebrow rising to the statement. His voice was calm just like always. Dripping with coldness that almost made me shiver. "You went to Prythian and you are still alive. I have to say, I am very proud of that but your insubordination can not go unpunished, as you know. Even if you left a message where you explained everything. Even after you helped me with that little business above the wall."
