"What do you want?" Aelin gritted out.
Aelin and Feyre were kneeling in front of the two thrones on the dais. One with Staghorns and one with Stars. A mockery of what Aelin and Feyre stood for.
"We want you to suffer, for the court that I no longer have, and for the court she no longer has," pure venom laced her words, "We want you to be our slaves for eternity while your courts are lying dead rotting at your feet." Amarantha answered. Maeve's lips curled up.
"Perhaps even vice versa," Maeve crooned.
"Stand, both of you." Maeve commanded of her two slaves. Feyre obeyed too as Amarantha tugged on their wretched bond with an identical command.
"I thought, Aelin that you might feel a little lonely waiting for your court to arrive and save you, so when I stepped into this world, I brought someone with me."
Aelin's face remained stoic.
"You can come out now," Maeve drawled as the shadows behind her lifted to reveal a face she saw in the nightmares that still chased her from her sleep.
She tried and tried to not let fear overtake her, she was Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, and she would not be afraid.
"Miss me?" Cairn smiled, iron tipped whip in hand.
Aelin didn't know if she would walk out of this place alive.
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Rowan decided that when they went back to Erilea, he would keep to his promise of finding the nicest inn on the planet and take Aelin there.
Erilea's court met Prythian's court as they stepped through the portal.
Two world's fighting for the two women who healed them.
Azriel had already debriefed them all, given them a map with everything that his shadow's and Rhys could recall about Under the Mountain, while Rhys explained their history as quick as he could to them.
They had already decided that Maeve would be the hardest to take out based on what Rowan told them about his world's history.
Rowan was growing impatient with the days that had to spend planning, and he could tell Rhys was too. But if they didn't thoroughly plan their rescue, they could hurt more people than they would save.
"Hey we'll get them back," Mor assured them all. Rowan didn't have to be reassured of that, because he would walk out with Aelin, even if he had to die for it.
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Feyre looked over at Aelin who was now paler than the snow coating the mountain outside.
"Perhaps, you will count this time?" Maeve said not budging from her spot on that throne.
Feyre didn't know when she started walking towards Aelin, but knew when she heard the voice that had haunted her own dreams.
"Going somewhere High Lady?"
The air was knocked out of her as the Attor walked out.
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Reports of around the area were murky. They knew they wouldn't go in, take them and leave. No it wouldn't be that easy.
Rhysand knew the first time they had more odds on their side.
Cassian left to go form the Illyrian legions to march at their command alongside a blonde male, Aedion Ashyrver.
After the frenzy of planning, Rhysand flew to the House of Wind.
He had once promised himself to never be a slave again.
Walking to the balcony where he stood with Feyre on Starfall, the memories flew threw his head like the stars flying through the sky on Starfall.
They would be going tomorrow, Under the Mountain on a rescue mission.
Rhysand looked up at the sky, and willed down the bond that had been quiet for days.
I am coming Feyre.
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Aedion had left Terrasen in the hands of the King of Adarlan, so that he could help save his cousin from the very woman who threatened to destroy them all.
He had quickly gotten into the position of helping Cassian pick out a few of his best soldiers and form lines, he had already done this all before in Terrasen.
"They know we are coming if they let Rhysand and Rowan see the location of where they have them," Cassian said.
Aedion nodded wordlessly, he hoped they would be on time.
Because if Aedion arrived to see his cousin hurt beyond repair, he would forfeit it all to hell.
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They were both back in their cells.
New cells.
Aelin looked up.
Cells with flogging posts.
"Take off your shirt," Maeve said from the cell entrance.
The blood oath tugged on her as she reached to take her shirt off.
"Remember, we don't stop until you count."
Cairn strolled in with a flesh eating grin on his face.
No, she wasn't walking out of here alive.
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Feyre forgot her name for a split second as the agony roiled through her veins.
"This is for me," the Attor said mockingly, remembering her words as she slaughtered him over the Rainbow of Velaris.
She only remembered one name as she was knocked out into oblivion.
Rhys, Rhys, Rhys.
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In a few hours they would all winnow to the Dawn Court border and commence slaughter full of nothing but rage.
Nothing but rage.
Not for all the world, but what about for Prince Rowan?
He was so tired.
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The Ends of the Earth
FanfictionIt's been two years since Aelin defeated Erawan and Maeve in a bloody battle. Two years since her life changed. And it's about to change again. Someone from her past comes back and Aelin must burn through her titles again to keep loved ones safe. Ve...
