"Before the sun sets on the winter solstice you must find this Illyrian, carve out his very essence Under the Mountain where it all began." ---- Althea was the daughter of the Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court, famed for his bitterness. She had spent her life training and trying to prove herself, that she could rise to be the first High Lady in the history of their home and finally destroy the ancient patriarchy of her Court for good. But that was not her only challenge now. Not since her father was infected by a mysterious new sickness in Prythian, a seemingly incurable curse that weakened him day by day. But after catching a Suriel she didn't expect to find that the path to save the only family she had left lied in that dreaded place of nightmares - the Night Court. A place in which she would now have to become an assassin in order to get the cure. To slay a warrior for his blood, one trained by the strongest Illyrians in existence. To kill an heir, to kill Nyx, son of her father's greatest enemies. The choice for who lives and dies lies in Thea's hands and the balance of the futures of two courts of Prythian. She will be forced to challenge her morals, embark on a dangerous journey and may even end up questioning all she had ever been taught by her own father about the Night Court and the people in it ... But between spring and night, her only family and an Illyrian - the choice should surely to be easy. Surely --- This is a fanfiction based years after the events of the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J Maas ❖ Cover graphic by -DeelsDead- ❖

Taking place 70 years after the war against Koschei, Prythian has seen almost a century of peace and prosperity. The children of the Inner circle have grown and all eyes are on Nyx Archeron, the next High Lord of the Night Court. Nyx, however, has no intention of taking on the role, or any of the responsibility that accompanies it, any time soon. In fact, he'd rather not take it on at all. That is, until a certain Valkyrie-in-training waltzes into his life and knocks him down a peg, literally. Tate Ilsley has been training her entire life to become worthy of the title of Valkyrie commander, refusing to take a breath for even a moment until she feels like she has proven herself. When Nesta offers her a short cut to achieving everything she's ever dreamed of, she refuses to allow the infuriating and arrogant Nyx to stand in her way. Even if it means dragging him right along with her. A/N: REALITY IS WHAT I MAKE IT MUHAHA... sorry. Since this FanFic takes place after the events of the entirety of the ACOTAR series, and SJM hasn't finished publishing all the books, I have to make some personal decisions for the sake of my mental health... If any of the following don't appeal to you, you don't need to read my story:) - I DONT THINK IT NEEDS TO BE SAID BUT ACOSF SPOILERS - Azriel and Gwyn are happily mated (DUH!) - Elain is on a self-discovery journey (Or whatever, I just won't be mentioning her much or even at all. I'm sorry if you hoped I would, I'm just afraid my strong dislike of her would give me a bias while writing her) - There was a full blown war with Koschei after the events of ACOSF that took place but it's all resolved now;) -Emerie and Mor are mates (I don't care if they had a 0.5 second interaction, I believe in eMORie supremacy!!!) ALL CHARACTERS/PLACES/PLOT LINES IN THIS FANFICTION THAT ARE MENTIONED IN THE OFFICIAL ACOTAR SERIES BELONG TO SARAH J MAAS.