The general's mate- ACOTAR

The general's mate- ACOTAR

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After the war with Hybern, Velaris was in the process of rebuilding and Araminta was no exception. Losing both her parents in the attack on Velaris, Araminta is forced to move on alone being an only child and a new orphan. Just when she feels most alone her High Lady offers her an escape. She tells her about an art class that she offering for young people impacted by the war and attack on Velaris and she is invited to join a class. At first she is hesitant, she's never been much of a painter, but something tells her she should go so she accepts Feyre's offer. Halfway through the class, Feyre's mate, Rhys, the High Lord of the Night Court, and a male she had seen while out and about the city walk in. His dark shoulder length hair and tattoos were particularly visible in the gallery's faelights as well as the veins and colors of his giant wings. As if he had known she was staring, he stares back intently for a few moments, before breaking the stare to converse with Rhys. After the class is finished I am the last in the gallery so I walk up to Feyre to thank her for the invitation, and she introduces me to Rhys and the male from earlier. "Hello I'm Araminta," I introduce myself quietly to stranger. "Hello Araminta, I'm Cassian." He replies in a deep rich voice.
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"You think I give a shit about everyone else in Prythian if it's your life on the line?" Azriel snapped. Eclipse's eyes watered and she looked away in frustration. Azriel reached forward and grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him. Eclipse's breath caught in her throat at the intensity of his stare. "If it's you or Prythian, I will light the fucking fires myself and burn it all to the ground." "Az-" she breathed softly staring into his hazel eyes. "No. I waited 500 years for this, for you, and if you think that I will ever be okay with spending one Cauldron damned second of this life without you from this point forward, then you are sorely mistaken." He stared deeply into her eyes. "If you.. Mother.... If you die Eclipse there's no fucking point to anything. Mate or not you are the light of my life. Nothing makes sense without you, it's all just blood and shadow without you and I can't, I won't go back to that. So if you go, then I'm following right behind." What if, hear me out, but what if Rhysand's sister hadn't been the youngest of his blood relations. What if, before her death she had been married off to the heir to the Day Court? What if they had a daughter? Born somewhere in between the day and night, a bridge between the courts. Powers from both. An affinity to control the light and dark, an intuition so keen she had never been wrong a day in her life, an affinity for magic and spells so strong she could rival her father, known by many names. The Warrior Princess, the Candle in the Dark, Daydreamer, Eclipse; Spell Weaver.

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