Witch (Nessian)

Nesta tried-tried and failed-not to feel the blow, the sting of the words. Though she didn't know why she was surprised by it.

There are no paintings of her in this house, they did not invite her to the parties or dinners anymore, they certainly did not visit-

"And where," Nesta asked , Her voice mercifully icy, "am I supposed to go?"

Ferye only looked at Cassian.

And for once the Illyrian warrior wasn't grinning as he said, "You're coming with me to the Illyrian Mountain."

This is my first ever fanfic and I hope you'll like it.

This takes place after Nesta is exiled to the Illyrian mountains