Polimochi7
When you wake up in Pyrthian, specifically the Night Court, not knowing how you got there or who you are, surrounded by gorgeous Fae beings that see you as a menace...What do you even do?
Oh yeah, maybe not telling them how despite your unknown origins and memory loss, you know every single detail of each them.
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After the nonsense this unusual girl splurted, Rhysand gritted his teeth. Commanding an answer with merely his presence.
"What is your name human?"
She shrugged and gulped nervously. "I don't know, sir. You're the one who reads minds, that could come in handy right now."
The High Lord of the Night Court tensed. Feyre pressed a protective and restraining palm on his chest. Looking at the girl not with defiance yet, but wariness.
Aw, shit. Shouldn't have say it like that, huh?
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This is just a silly little fanfic/au inspired by SJM's masterpiece ACOTAR. All credits to her and her beautiful brain.