yes, my high lady...

yes, my high lady...

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"your first punishment..." i devilishly drawled, "is this: i am not going to let you release tonight. in fact... you've insulted your high lady so greatly, that i think a few weeks will really make you learn your lesson." rhys is away training with cas for a few weeks while feyre remains in the night court to fulfill her duties as high lady. the weeks apart seem torturous has rhys struggles to hold up his end of the bargain. when they finally reunite, will he have earned that blissful release? ------------------------ this is a two part one-off about a sexy bargain made between rhys and feyre !!!SPOILER ALERT!!! the events take place during the first half of ACOSF. expect smut, dom/sub relationship, and a light daddy/mommy kink
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Two hundred years ago Rhysand lost his mother and sister in a grueling murder. But what if that sister had survived? What if the head in that box was just a tree-stump, transformed to look exactly like her? What if she had instead been sold for her knowledge on the mysterious Night Court? And what if that sister would now, just a few years after the war, find her way back, but with agendas of her own? ****************************************************************************** "Alright, oh wise one, my need for wisdom has run out now, so you can be on your way now" I waved my hand. "That's cold" Rhys put a hand over his heart, " I thought we were having a big-bro-little-sis talk here." I rolled my eyes, but he slid an arm around my shoulder: "We both already know what you'll do anyway." "Oh, we do, is that right?" He nodded: "You always been so predictable, if you would write murder-mysteries everyone would know from the beginning who killed the victim." "That's weirdly specific, how long have you been sitting on that one?" I snorted. "Since you insulted my taste in art" he sniffed theatrically. I laughed: "You are one petty High Lord." "I don't even know what to say to that insolence" he shook his head.

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