I dream about Tamlin dying. Sorry, did that sound a touch crazy? This is a tiny little story a wrote in a series about Feyre killing Tamlin about a hundred different ways.
"Feyre, it's a very very important day today. Can you guess?"
"Starfall?"
"NO! NO! NO! Get those evil Night Court thoughts out. You're mine. Mine. Mine. Mine."
"....."
"It's my birthday."
"Okay"
"So remember to get me a present and tell Ianthe to plan a surprise birthday party."
"Tell Ianthe... Got it."
......A few hours later
"Honey, where's the surprise party?"
"Oops, I must've forgotten. Eh I had better things to do."
"Better things to do. Better than my birthday?"
*Lower lip trembles*
"I got a present"
"A present?"
"I forgot to wrap it."
"That's okay... It's a toolbox. With a picture of ME inside. What does it mean sweet potato?"
*Rhys winnows in all powerful*
"It means that Feyre darling quite hates you, in fact I think it would go so far as to calling you a toolbox."
And with that Feyre winnows up to Tamlin and slits his throat leaving him to drown in his own blood...
Feyre does this while smiling, turns back to Rhys.
"I could have said that, fussy dramatic fae."
THE END 😊
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We Are the Maasassins
RandomMe venting on all the Sarah J. Maas books. There will be spoilers. Short stories. Troubles of an obsessive reader. Fan art.
