𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 | shadowhunters [ EDITING ]

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•okay, what the fuck is going on?•

IT WAS WAY too bright, even with her eyelids closed. The pounding headache inside her head didn't seem like it was going to subside anytime soon.

She slowly pries her eyes open, but immediately closes them again as the light was far too much to handle. But, one thing is for certain.. she wasn't in Central Park anymore.

Eventually, she attempts to open them again, her eyes adjusting to the light around her.

The walls were overgrown with vines and flowers, making her wonder if there was even a wall underneath it all or if that was just it. The ground was covered in dirt, with the occasional flower or mushroom growing. 

Blythe tries to stand up when she feels something restraining her. She looks down to find her arms bound to the armrest of a wooden chair. She pulls on her restraints, but they wouldn't budge. 

She looks down at herself. Someone had redressed her into this sheer pink mermaid dress with flowers of different shades of pink, red, white and orange covering her body. The bare skin of her arms and shoulders was covered in the same golden specks as in her dream.

What the fuck is going on?

"It is a pleasure to see you awake again."

Blythe raises her head to see the golden haired stranger walk through a curtain of vines, flanked by the auburn and blonde haired faeries. He wears a silver circlet in his hair and a pair of brown breeches, but nothing else.

He sits down on the other end of the enormous dining table that sits in between them, seemingly oblivious or simply ignoring her acidic glare. She then settles her glaring gaze onto the two Seelies that she had thought were so helpful before.

She begins to understand where that inherent distrust of the Fae Folk stems from.

Blythe balls her fists, her nails digging into the palm of her hands. She could barely move on the chair that they bound her to. The restraints almost cut into her flesh, so she tries to become perfectly still.

"Why am I here," she asks with a demanding tone.

The man opposite her seems rather nonchalant. He leans into the chair, his one arm slumping over the arm rest while the elbow of the other digs into the wood. He watches the two faeries as they gracefully fill his plate up for him, swatting them away when it is enough.

"You're here because of our agreement. In fact, we had expected you here at court long ago. However, I shall forgive you your tardiness as it is partially the fault of the Children of the Nephilim that we were not reunited sooner."

Blythe notices that Briar and Aspen start gliding across the dining room towards her end of the table. She tenses up, pushing herself further back against the chair. Unfortunately for her, it barely made a difference.

She keeps her eyes on them like a hawk, but didn't ignore the smug man in the corner of her eyesight.

"What do you mean, agreement? I've never even met you before that night in the park," she argues, venom dripping from every word. The brunette hadn't expected for him to start chuckling, making her turn her head towards him.

"But you have, dear. You simply forgot because of that blasted warlock."

The man seemed to get a bit frustrated when thinking about Magnus. Blythe also feels her frustration rising, but for much different reasons. She rolls her eyes and slams her fists onto the armrest, startling Briar as she was pouring some fruity concoction into a goblet.