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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╰┈˚ · ° . IT WAS TIME FOR FEYRE'S FIRST TASK. I didn't know what it consisted of, but for sure, she would have to fight her way through it because I had been escorted by Hybern Faeries guards down to a torch-lit cavern that formed a massive arena below us.
The crowd of Fairies and Fae alike was along the banks, ready to assist at whatever the High Queen had in mind for Feyre's task. A wooden platform, insted, was raised above everyone else, and atop it on the throne, sat Amarantha. The platform had the best view of the exposed labyrinth of tunnels and trenches running along the floor of the cavern. And to finish, a group of six males, all regal and surrounded by an air of superiority, stood around the platform. All the High Lords of Prythian. From Autumn, to Summer, Winter and all three of the Solar Courts. All but Tamlin that sat beside the Queen herself. Always unfeeling, unmoved, untouched by anything.
The two guards that had been like my shadows as soon as my feet touched the other side of the cell, both red-skinned and very brutal looking, escorted me until we stopped just in front of Amarantha.
Dressed in the League's uniform made of leather and fabric, my second skin, numerous knives located in their respective places all over myself, the hunting knife strapped on my right thigh and my sword sheathed on my left side, just my eyes and forehead to be seen, I was the perfected example of the assassin trained by Braken. No words had left my lips since I had seen Rhysand, and my eyes, already too cold, I was almost sure that now they had no life left in them.
"Maiven! Oh, I'm so glad that you could make it before your sister!" Amarantha spoke with a feline smirk on her red lips. "Don't worry, she will be here soon. Go and stand behind with the others so you can have the best view. I hope you'll enjoy the show." She finished with a laugh that made her red hair fall back into her back as she tilted her head back.
I didn't wait a second more to walk past Amarantha and Tamlin. I passed by the six High Lord too, each one of them studying me with looks that ranged from disgust to curiosity and intrigue. I didn't even bother to acknowledge any of them. Not even Rhysand. They were nothing but Amarantha's puppets, just like I was Braken's.
I took the farthest spot away from everyone, definitely not in the mood for any Fae politics and antics. From my chosen spot I still had a good view of the arena below, and I was still undecided if that was a good or a bad thing.
