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 ARCHERON FAMILY HAD LOST THEIR FORTUNE, and so, we were forced to move out of our home. With the money we have left, the only place cheap enough was an old cottage made out of gray stones. Just two rooms and a bathroom. The only remnant of our lost wealth was the carved ironwood bed that belonged to our deceased mother. The bed where all the Archeron sisters were born in and where now, we all slept.
Exploring our new home, the village where I was going to live, had been the plan since I had fallen asleep between my sisters the previous night. I couldn't wait to see the different things that all the stalls at the market had to offer, even if I had no money to buy anything. I was curious about the people, how they acted, the way they interacted between each other, if it was different from how all the wealthy people I had met before. For only ten years old, I had too much curiosity within me.
And so, as soon as the sun was high enough in the sky, I wore my cloak and laced my boots, and I excitedly walked out from the front door of the cottage.
As I expected to be, the village was busy. It was the market day, after all. I had chosen that day to explore specifically for it. More things to see. Vendors yelled from their stalls, advertising their products. The smell of smoke and coal coated the already thick air alongside the one of fresh bread and cooked meat. I could see many different things in all the stalls, from woodwork creations, to fabric vendors that already had some finished clothes to sell.
But most of all, I was unaware of the danger that I had put myself in.
Cladded in a clean dress with hands free of any sign of labor, it was almost a beacon for riches that my family didn't have anymore.
I passed through the crowd till I reached the beginning of the forest. The air there was cleaner, fresher. The colors were so brilliant...
I walked just enough that the noises from the market were faint but I could still hear them clearly in the distance. This way I knew how to find my way back to the village and then to the cottage.
Suddenly, steps sounded from behind me. Three pairs to be exact.
I turned around and there, walking towards me, three men cladded in dirty and rundown clothes grinned down at me a too sly smile.
