histórias de Acourtofwarandruin

A while back I had a dream about a few Illyrian females running away and starting their own warband in the woods, being all badass and stuff. I decided I didn't want to wait until SJM had published silver flames to see if there was such a thing, and just write a fanfic. English is not my first language. Aside from a smutty fanfic I have never written fanfic before. Im 100% open to feedback and tips, but please be nice.

"To her I am the storm, As I fall for her in all ways possible. May it be as quiet as the rain or as loud as the thunder , it didn't matter because I am hopelessly unapologetically hers. The only difference is I will never stop, not as the world burns to nothing but dust or as time stops flying, because even then I will love her. -Eris Vanserra "You know, I once asked him if he was an artist because they create. That is what they do , that is what I do. But he said no, which I find quite funny because in his own peculiar way he had made my life, my world better. He set the universe on fire yet not once was I burned as I loved all of him, even the parts that were broken." -Dandelion Hollowswiff Not even the Mother would have knows that the loud, cheerful, human bard would barge her way into the heart of the grumbling, trickster, fae heir of the autumn court. Who just so happens to be on a quest to find the very object that could destroy or heal the world.

A deal was made Under the Mountain, and now Feyre must keep up her end of the bargain. For one week each month, Feyre must leave her home in the Spring Court and endure the dark and alluring High Lord of the Night Court. But dark things are happening in Rhysand's home and he brought Feyre to his court for a reason. But why? **These characters belong to Sarah J. Maas