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 AIR WAS MUCH COLDER WHEN WE stopped in the hollow between two hills where Alis had led us.
"All dark and miserable roads lead Under the Mountain," Alis commented so quietly that her voice was nothing more than the rustling of leaves. She pointed to the cave before us, "It's an ancient shortcut—once considered sacred, but no more. I reckon you two are regretting your hotheadedness right now."
"Not really. I'm already a dead woman walking anyway." I mumbled, somehow, containing an eyeroll. Oh I knew I was dead the moment Braken would learn that I was not in the Mortal lands anymore. My back ached at the thought, it was healing slowly but a lot of the wounds were still open, fortunately not bleeding anymore.
My two companions turned towards me with furrowed brows. Both of them not understanding what my words meant.
"I will free him." Feyre stated. She nodded almost as if to give herself the courage.
"You'll be lucky if she gives you a clean death. You'll be lucky if you even get brought before her. A few rules to remember, girls. Don't drink the wine—it's not like what we had at the Solstice, and will do more harm than good. Don't make deals with anyone unless your life depends on it—and even then, consider whether it's worth it. And most of all: don't trust a soul in there—not even your Tamlin. Your senses are your greatest enemies; they will be waiting to betray you." She stalled for a few seconds before finally continuing, "There was one part of the curse. One part we can't tell you. Even now, my bones are crying out just for mentioning it. One part you have to figure out ... on your own, one part she ... she ..." Alis swallowed loudly. "That she still doesn't want you to know, if I can't say it," she gasped out, "But keep —keep your ears open, girl. Listen to what you hear."
Feyre touched her arm, her eyes soft as she looked at the faerie that had been her maid for all the previous months, "I will. Thank you for bringing us."
"It's a rare day indeed when someone thanks you for bringing them to their death. I'll wish you luck nonetheless," Alis added with pursed lips.
"Once you retrieve them, if you and your nephews need somewhere to flee," Feyre said, "cross the wall. Go to our family's house." She told her the location. "Ask for Nesta—our eldest sister. She knows who you are, knows everything. She will shelter you in any way she can."
