Dark Secrets (rhysand x reader)

Chapter 3

Your hair swings to the side as your hand meets your ponytail pulling tighter, rhysand stares intently at you awaiting your decision

"I want to fight with you."

Amren's eyes widen at your statement, surprised that you would betray your own family to fight with the night court of all others. Rhysand's jaw drops at your statement then closes as Cassian steps forward.

"Lets get started then" he says as Azriel walks over to your side, looking down at you unsure of you, as he has never met you. Rhysand smiles at Azriel's reaction to your perfect frame with your long smooth hair blowing faintly in the breeze coming from the air conditioners. 

"It's nice to finally meet you." Azriel says, sticking his hand out for you to shake.

"My pleasure. Is it Azriel?" you state as Azriel's head nods and Cassian's smirk grows. Rhysand steps forwards taking your hand in his looking for one thing only.

*five years prior- you were aged 10*

Your smile fades as a dark figure approaches, dark smoke clouding around you as the rest of your court flees. The figure comes into the light, revealing the heir of the night court, Rhysand. You step back afraid of the stories of the night court and the dangers all the citizens hold according to the nightime stories your father tells you.

"I'm Rhys, you must be y/n" he smiles kindly, giving you a sense of comfort rather than fear which suprised you.

"Yes. What are you doing here in the spring court", you question unsure of whether to be rude or kind to the strange older boy. (He is 12 in this scene so 17 in the present) 

He grins at your question. "I wanted to meet the princess. Do you know where i can find her?". 

You grin back knowing that you are the one he is looking for. He looks at you confused. "I know exactly where she is." he smiles at your response eager to meet the so called most beautiful woman ever, but he saw you first already believing that you are far more beautiful than the princess. 

"She's right here", his head tilts at your response but he immediately realizes his mistake, bowing before you. You shake your head, laughing at his bow but you return the gesture, curtsying to the future high lord, knowing you aren't even close to his level only being the princess and not the heir like Tamlin.

He grabs your hand placing a ring on your ring finger. "One day you will be mine princess, no one will stand between our bond". As the ring is slid onto your finger a tattoo appears on your palm, the symbol of the night court, the mountains with three stars. He traces his finger over them, smiling at you before he hears your name called. 

*back to present*

"You didn't take it off" he says a smile creeping up his face, knowing you are still his. You meet his eyes and your newfound beauty surprises him, you are so much more matured and beautiful then when you were 10, 5 years ago.

Amren steps forward inline with Rhysand. "Happy birthday, gorg" she says smiling and passing you a wine glass, filled with blood. The smell brings back strong memories.

*17 years prior*

Being an angel of death is hard, especially when you are locked up by the Cauldron due to the pure power flowing through your veins. All you want is to see Amren again and taste the flesh of a criminal back home, or the blood of a lamb, the best type. 

*present day*

Constant clicking in your face snaps you out of your small daydream. Welcoming you back with Amren's hand on your shoulder attempting to comfort you.

"You okay y/n". You nod snapping out of the flashback fully and taking a sip of the thick bitter liquid. As the taste flows down your throat, you smile, remembering the days when you could drink this whenever and do whatever, when you weren't locked up by the chains of the Spring Court or Cauldron.

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