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Why Scheme When I Can Sleep? by YeetTheVillain
YeetTheVillain
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Everyone thinks Lady Virelle D'Argent is here to cause chaos. Raised by a terrifyingly ambitious mother, blessed with noble blood, and dressed like a villain in a romantic tragedy, Virelle was expected to destroy reputations, steal the spotlight, and seduce the most powerful man in court. She had other plans. Specifically: naps. Quiet corners. Avoiding conversation. But in a world where everyone's playing a dangerous social game, Virelle's refusal to play is the most unpredictable move of all. And when the cold-hearted duke's heir starts spending time with her - not for strategy, but for peace - things begin to unravel in all the wrong ways. She's not scheming. She's just tired.
A Court of Spilled Milk by ACourtOfSpilledMilk
ACourtOfSpilledMilk
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What are silver flames anyway? Look up a picture. The answer is spilled milk. This is what should happen in A Court of Silver Flames. Milk saved the ship. #30 in milk, #2 in acosf (please don't hate me lol) Disclaimer: All of the characters and world belong to Sarah J. Maas.
My Darling, Cathyrena by Sophie_BookQ
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What if Rhysand had a child with Amarantha while he was imprisoned Under the Mountain? (One he never knew about..?) There is desire in the familiar ache of agony. There is a sort of comfort in spilled blood that drip from walls. Cathyrena pressed the magenta lipstick to her Mother's lips. Watching the brush stain pale skin and dress up a monster in angel clothing. Her jewels shimmered and shined with a type of mocking cruelty. There is a moment where she wonders what color Amarantha would bleed if she were to stab her in the eye. That night, the same violet dress Cathyrena matched her lips with laid in the empty bedroom floor. It's star-like gems still intact. The bed covers wrinkled and pillows thrown. Amarantha liked to have Rhysand in the brightest of Night when the Moon was full. She picked up the fabric softly. She had noticed the High Lord of Night scent mixed with her Mother's. Her indigo eyes flickered back to the mattress where he was raped. She wondered if he liked the dress. Cathyrena has all the worst traits of her parents. Darkness and Murder. But, what if she inherited all their best ones too? Its a shame Amarantha doesn't have any.