A Court of Shadow and Fire
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  • Reads 17,131
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  • Parts 33
  • Time 6h 21m
Ongoing, First published Aug 22, 2022
Mature
"Let me have your power, I won't fight the darkness anymore." She closed her eyes as her body burned.

"What are you willing to give?" the darkness whispered.

"Everything." 

And then it stopped. Because suddenly... the world went quiet. 

"Ah, you're not Half-Illyrian anymore, you're my Enchantress."

Rhysand watched as Rhaenyra opened her eyes and he knew what she had done. Her eyes were no longer that light brown color.

They were red.

That gods-damned bitch had whipped her so brutally that he'd rarely seen such blood spilled as a result. 

Then ripped her wings. To break her. To torture her

His Rhaenyra, locked in that darkness.

She'd tried to tell him. Right before the army came.

Tried to tell him about Amarantha's betrayal.

She knew what was going to happen.

The cost. She had given all of herself. Had given up her life. Her humanity burned away. 

Turned to nothing but dust between worlds.  

There would be no more Rhaenyra, only her body and this power. 

Rhysand knew in his heart that Rhaenyra would do whatever he asked, even if it meant Rhaenyra's life, therefore he was always careful never to ask too much. 

The girl who was neglected and abused. The girl who found love and lost it as a cost of her happiness. 

The girl who survived the Illyrian camps because she would not be afraid. 

The girl who made friends and fought for her freedom. 

The girl who was taught to not be a coward.

 Rhaenyra Nikova. 

"It was all borrowed time anyway." She'd told him.

Rhaenyra did not expect them to come for her.

She, who had come for them, who had found them all. 

If any of them, had it in then to change the world, it had been her. But no more. 

Warnings: Rape, miscarriage, torture, and smut.

All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas
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