The Spymaster's Assassin (An ACoTaR Fanfic)

Chapter 7

I slowly opened my eyes to a raging headache.

I lay on something impossibly soft- a bed. I was covered in a large plush blanket and my hair was loose around me. A pressure on my hand tightened and a voice said,

"She's waking up."

My eyes slowly opened and I took in my surroundings. I was in a large bed in an even bigger room with floors made of dark marble.

My hand was being held by a beautiful female High Fae with pointed ears and long curled blonde hair. Morrigan, or Mor as Azriel had called her. I furrowed my eyebrows and she rested a damp cloth on my forehead.

"Easy. You've lost a lot of blood." She said gently.

I stared at her blankly and swallowed hard. "Where...where am I?"

"The Court of Dreams." She replied. "You've been a big help to us by telling Azriel about your surroundings." Her tone was tight.

I clenched my jaw. "Is there a problem?"

"Not at all. We're working on a spell to break the one on your clamps. Just rest for now, alright? Rhysand wants to talk to you when you're ready."

I froze. "The High Lord wants to speak to me?"

"Yes." She looks at me and must notice the panic on my face because she said, "It's nothing serious."

I nodded and then asked, "Where is Azriel?"

"I can get him if you'd like." She says and I merely nodded.

She stood up and left and I lifted a hand and looked at the bandages wrapped around it. I had more wrapped around my torso, and my jaw was sore. Probabaly bruised. I laid on my side and my clawed wings were stretched out behind me.

I looked up when Azriel appeared in the doorway, wings folded in tight behind him. His face remained expressionless and he nodded once to Mor and she hesitated, then left. As soon as the door closed behind her with a click, he immediately looked less stiff and he came over and sat down on the side of the bed.

"Hey." I said softly.

"Hey." He replied and looked at me and he asked, "Are you alright? How are you feeling?"

"I'm ok." I said and scratched at my arm. I looked at him. "I know this is probably a stupid question, but...why did you bother to keep talking to me while I was in that cell? Every day?"

"Figured it would be good way to get some information." He says and shrugs his shoulders.

I raised an eyebrow. "That was an outright lie. Come on. I want to know. You have always seemed interested in me."

He stared at me and remained silent for a long time, then said, "I've never meet another Shadowsinger. And...you're special."

I scoffed. "I am not."

He shook his head. "Maybe not to you." Before I could give an answer to that, he said, "The High Lord wants to talk to you about what you saw and what you know."

"Alright. Let's get this over with, then." I said and sat up, wincing.

He lifted a scarred hand to my shoulder and pushed me back. "He'll come to you."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "That doesn't seem right. The High Lord-"

"Rhys isn't like other High Lords. He's a bit more...laid back."

"I...Alright. He can come whenever he's ready."

He nodded once, then stood up and left the room. I positioned the pillows so I could sit up more, determined to look stronger in the High Lord's presence. At least somewhat dignified as well. I was in his house after all.