Bridgeton/Pride and Prejudice meets Azriel our beloved Shadowsinger and this author will tell the story of a Prideful noble lady and a spymaster who hates her.
Azriel, the battle-worn Shadowsinger of the Night Court, has spent centuries in war and darkness. He has no patience for noble games, no desire for politics. But when Rhysand arranges his marriage to the infamous Jewel of Prythian-an effort to mend ties with the Spring Court and keep Azriel from dangerous affections-he is forced into a world he despises.
Liora, daughter of the Dawn and Spring Courts, is everything he is not: a highborn beauty, the perfect courtly lady, untouched by war. To Azriel, she is spoiled, vain, and frivolous. To Seraphine, he is a brute-cold, scarred, and lacking any grace beyond the battlefield. Forced into marriage, they are trapped in a battle of wills, neither willing to bend.
But peace in Prythian is fragile, and war is never far. Whispers of old enemies emerging from the shadows threaten the stability of the courts. As political tensions rise, Azriel and Liora find themselves at the center of a deadly game-where their union may be the only thing holding Prythian together.
For beneath Liora's silks and diamonds lies a mind as sharp as his blades. And beneath Azriel's shadows and scars is a longing he never dared to name.
Enemies by fate. Lovers by scandal. Can a warrior of darkness and a lady of starlight survive the storm ahead-or will their pride and prejudice tear them, and Prythian, apart?
Faith Fraser, a baby born dead. That baby was me, but a nun revived me. That French nun raised me as her own in secret until she died when I was 10. From there, I was sold to the boats. I worked on the sea, pretending to be a boy until I was 21 when I was found out by the other seaman. The captain sold me when we reached the colonies. I became another slave to a new master. The blacksmith. A white haired old Scot. He told me of my parents, of Scotland, of my birth right.
My story is one of death, happiness, pain, love, sadness, like my mother's. I want revenge for what was taken from me. But who do I take my revenge on?
This story is meant for 18 and up! Reader's descretion advised. Please understand this is a period piece and fan fiction written based off The Outlander tv show/books.
In no way do I condone slavery or the horrors of our forefathers. It is a tragic piece of the world's history. Please do not read this story if these trigger warnings are too much for you. There will not be warnings at the beginning of chapters.
Trigger Warnings: Slavery, Sexual Content, Violence, Foul Language