A Court of Light and Darkness

One: Freesia

        Note: Hey guysssss! First of all, thank you so much for reading! This story is a fan fiction about the Inner Circle and an unknown new character! All the characters, except for my added ones, belong to Sarah J. Maas. This story plot belongs to me but the world I am creating in also belongs to SJM! I hope you enjoy Freesia and Azriel's journey! 

PS. I'm sorry if I change the background of a character a little I cant remember some of it and google sometimes isn't much help :)

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               189,801 days. She's been down here for almost 520 years. Wasting away as life moves on without her from above. She's forgotten how the sun feels on her skin, what the sound of her voice sounds like, how to smile, maybe even how to speak. She hasn't tried, terrified of the outcome she would receive.

He comes down at random, usually when he is angry or bored, looking for a punching bag. Her mother passed away years ago, when she was sixteen, leaving her to her father. He started drinking soon after the incident. She learned quickly to keep her distance and shut her mouth, but he still grew tired of her and threw her into the deepest part of their manor, hidden from anyone who came and went. Her brothers just sat and watched too. Not showing any remorse or care as their father locked the door behind her and walked away.

She was balled up on the small, dirty mattress when he entered, only a small lit candle lighting the area. Dust collected around the area stirred as he swung the hefty metal door open. His presence always sent a panic through her muscles, making her tense. He stalked closer, causing her to shove further into the corner of the room.

The room reeked of body odor and feces, due to the bucket placed in the corner that Freesia was forced to relieve herself in. She was given a tub with cold water and soap to wash herself once a month, but her clothes were only replaced a couple times a year, causing her to still smell.

"Get up, girl." His rough, booming voice sent vibrations into her body, making her muscles spas as she rose to her feet. Her legs were shaking as she clung to the wall to keep herself up right.

"Come now. We shall get you bathed and put into a room." He held his arm out, jestering for her to move towards the exit that led into the hallway.

She hadn't left this room in five centuries. "I- I don't understand." She whispered, her voice barely audible as her vocal chords adjusted to the foreign strain.

"What you need to understand, Freesia-" Her name falling out of his mouth like bitter candy, "is that when I tell you to do something, you do it." Her father stomps over to Freesia as he grabs her top, that barely covers her, and shoves her towards the door.

Freesia stumbles forward, losing balance, but manages to stay on her feet as she hobbles towards the door and out into the hallway. There was a long corridor ahead and stairs at the end, leading up. Freesia kept her head down, eyes glued to the floor, as she made her way to the stairs. She could feel her fathers' presence behind her, sending shivers through her body that were not caused by the drafty air.

As she reached the first step, a hand came down onto her wrist, yanking her back towards her father. "If you so much as utter a work to anyone up there-" He whispered into her ear, causing her to cringe and grind her teeth, "I'll make sure you regret it." He let go, shoving her towards the stairs once more.

When they reached the top of the stairs and stepped onto the wooden floor Freesia was blinded by the sudden light coming in through the windows, illuminating the hallways. Everything  was so bright and warm. The decorations were all brightly colored and the air smelled of pine cones and peppermint. Just as she remembered as a child.