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YOUNG GOD | RHYSAND [ON HOLD]
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Everyone in Prythain wanted freedom from the Hybern's commander, Amarantha.
Aadya Solace was not of the Fae, not of Prythain. Like the High Lords of Prythain she too was tricked by Amarantha into the blight.
After 50 years, when Feyre enters the spring court under the Treaty's rules all hope is returned.
How will Aadya break the curse on her and the entirety of Prythain to return back home, all while fighting of her unknown temptation to be with the High Lord of the Night Court?
Find out in "YOUNG GOD"
Rhysand × oc
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A court of thorns and roses[completed]
A court of Mist and Fury[ongoing]-
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"You can't stop me, you know that. I'm everything you can't control."
"If I cannot bend Heaven, I will raise Hell."
"I have been trying to go home my whole life--- still haven't found it yet."
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