A small 'A Court of Thorns and Roses' series fanfiction about Cridhe and her recovery. I'll edit the stories as I go to make them a better read, so please bear with :) "The birdsong was lush and loud, and the moss a tuneful mat of goose-feathered fronds. Green and red blurred into a dunnock's whittled song, as if the beauty of the morning sunshine needed any more of a serenade. Her breaths were short, edging between the limits of pain-free movement. She didn't want to die, but here seemed more of a beautiful and poetic place than any other, and perhaps the peace of it would cancel out her naked, bound, bleeding night. This morning would make even the healthiest blessed to die." My first ever fanfiction - sorry if there are any mistakes! - Note: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to - this is a fanfiction of Sarah J Maas, all characters and worlds belong to her -