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.・。.・゜✭・.
Elina rolled over, a bitter taste on her tongue.
Her limbs felt heavy, melting into the plush mattress as she shuddered, bile curdled in her throat. Hot and heavy. A hand reached out, gently tracing the apple of her cheek.
Elina's eyelids were sticky, lashes clinging together like tacky glue, but she managed to tear them open and meet the violet gaze that watched over her.
Rhysand.
A hollow breath escaped Elina's chapped lips, something of a smile tugged at her lips, withering like a flower shielded from the golden sun.
"Are you okay?" The male said gently, voice hardly a whisper in the frozen air. Elina blinked once, then twice, a dizzying flow of scattered memories tearing through her mind.
Elina herself knelt before Amarantha's throne, knees aching and lips trembling.
Lucien ripping through the crowd in a blaze of fury, lips curled and hands raised.
Tamlin.
Tamlin doing nothing as Amarantha whipped the Autumn Court male raw.
Elina's own screams echoing around the room.
Red hot blood staining the marble floors.
With a gasp Elina jolted from the bed, the bile clinging to her throat spewing from her lips onto the stone floor, instantly Rhysand was on his feet, grasping rosy curls and tugging them from the faeries lips as she finished spilling her guts. Hot tears spilling down her cheeks.
"Darling," Rhysand sighed, gently rubbing her back, "It's okay," He whispered as Elina collapsed back, he caught her against his chest, holding there as she began to sob.
"Why?" Elina cried out, voice hoarse and broken, "Why is this happening?"
"I don't know, sweetheart, I really don't," Was all the High Lord could say, his heart breaking as he watched this girl of hopes and dreams crumble into nothing but ash.
.・。.・゜✭・.
If Elina had as she wished she would have remained in Rhys room with him for the rest of the day, hidden away from the horrors of her new reality. But she couldn't, not when Lucien was hidden away somewhere beneath the mountain suffering and Amarantha was prowling, waiting for her next show from the pink haired fae.
She had taken a liking to Elina's screams.
Draped in a gown of soft blue silk, the corset decorated with a pretty pattern of silver beads and glittering gems, over her shoulders a thick black cloak that Rhysand had handed to the fae after seeing the tremor of her hands beneath the wicked cold of Amarantha's lair.
