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Nothing - Azriel

summary: Azriel's mate will never see another Starfall.

a/n: Star Fall Week 2024! I was inspired by the third prompt from this post, but I wanted to change it to make it hurt more. I almost cried writing this so read at your own risk.

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warnings: terminal illness, death, suicidal thoughts

wc: 1,200

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She put her dress on. It was a struggle, as it was most days. Everything from getting dressed, to eating, to talking was getting harder and harder.

Azriel had taken her to every healer in Prythian. None of them had any treatment, just ways to keep her comfortable until the end.

Everyone knew she was sick, but no one but Az and Thesan knew the prognosis. She didn’t know what was worse, leaving this world or leaving Azriel.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

She turned towards the voice in the door. Azriel stood there, looking dashing as ever in his black suit, only two siphons glowing. He let the love dance in his eyes, an attempt to hide the sorrow also present.

She had asked him not to mourn her till she was dead. But that seemed to be an impossible task.

“Thank you, darling.”

He walked over and took her face in his hands. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Her hands found his torso, feeling the corded muscle and breath there. His warmth spread to her cold fingers even through his clothing.

She pulled away. “Ready to go?”

He silently scooped her into his arms and walked to the balcony. The flight was quiet. Neither of them wanted to speak, lest the truth ruin the evening.

This would be her last Starfall.

Madja had told them last month. The illness had spread too far. She would be gone before year’s end.

The River House was decorated with lights and paper stars that she and shown Nyx how to make last week. The ball room was already crowded with attendees from every court. She could see Helion laughing with Lucien by the drinks. She saw Kallias and Vivienne with their daughter talking to Thesan.

The latter looked over and met her eyes. He said something to the Winter royals and began walking to them.

“Cousin,” he greeted on arrival. “I did not know if you would find the strength to join us.”

“Starfall is my favorite holiday,” she responded. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Thesan embraced her tightly. He was not an emotional male, but she knew that he loved her dearly.

The rest of the Inner Circle descended upon them. Within a few moments, both her and Azriel had drinks in their hands and were looped in on all conversations.

She didn’t know how long had passed before Rhys tapped a fork to his glass signaling that he wanted to speak.

“I will not keep your attentions long. However, Feyre and I have decided to take this opportunity with everyone gathered to make an announcement.”

The Inner Circle already knew but didn’t dare spoil it for everyone else.

“Feyre is pregnant with our second child.”

Joy spread through the room. Before it was over, the blue and green light began to dance across to sky.

She took ahold of Azriel’s arm and pulled him in to dance. In years past, he spun her around the dance floor in graceful waltz’s and twirled her till she couldn’t walk straight. Tonight, however, they simple held onto each other and swayed to the beat as the rest of the party buzzed.

She only released him to her High Lady, who had declared that she would dance with everyone on her Inner Circle that night.

She found her way onto a patio, hoping to get a moment alone.

Nesta found her a moment later.

They shared a glance. Their skirts brushed together when Nesta came to stand by her side.

“Are you having a good time,” she asked.

Nesta just looked at her, maintaining a stare that only she could. She just looked back, never balking from her greatest friend.

“You’re not getting better, are you,” she finally asked.

She couldn’t think of anything to say. Should she lie and protect Nesta’s peace for a long as she could? Or tell her the truth and let her friend live in worry and fear for the next few months.

“Don’t even try lying to me.”

Well then.

“No, I’m not getting better.”

Nesta was silent.

“How long?”

“How long have we known or how long do I have?”

Pain and shock radiated across Nesta’s face. “What,” she croaked out.

Tears finally fell from her eyes as she looked at her friend.

“Everything,” Nesta demanded. “Tell me everything.”

“There isn’t much to tell. There is nothing anyone can do.”

“No,” Nesta started.

“Nesta,” she interrupted. “This is not the time or the place. I will tell you more tomorrow.”

“No, tell me now.”

Her temper flared. “I do not want to spend my last Starfall arguing with you and explaining all the horribleness that is to come. Let’s just get inside and dance and drink and have fun, okay.”

When she turned back to the ballroom, her heart broke.

There it was. The perfect scene. Feyre was holding her son and she swayed to the music. Her mate was standing with his brothers, enjoying the sight, too. Morrigan was dancing her heart out. Amern was with Varian and Lucien was with Elaine and Thesan was with his lover. Everyone was smiling or laughing.

Everyone would be fine without her.

A sob racked through her chest before she could stop it. Nesta grabbed her arms as she fell to the floor and held her head to her chest.

“I don’t want to go,” she cried.

Thankfully, the door kept her crying unheard, but Azriel came to find her as soon as he felt her distress down the bond. Nesta slid her over to her mate and left them be.

“I don’t want to go, Az.”

“I know,” he soothed.

“I wanted more. I wanted more life with you.”

Azriel didn’t know what to say.

She had wanted to die a warrior’s death when she was young and had no one to live for. After Azriel, she wanted to grow old with him. She wanted children and grandchildren and to simply live more than she had.

She has asked Azriel not to mourn her till she died. She never considered that she would mourn herself and the life she never got to have.

Azriel took her home and put her to bed. There was no bargaining with the illness or with the Mother. She knew that and so did Azriel.

Solstice Night

They decided to not set a place for her. They all knew that there was a hole where she used to be, they didn’t need a spot next to a mourning mate to punctuate it.

They still talked and laughed and joked as they did before. Azriel still hadn’t managed a smile since her death. Joy seemed so foreign that he wouldn’t recognize its face, let alone invite it in.

Feyre had her second babe, another boy. He was new and perfect. Azriel had not held him yet. He could imagine infecting such purity with his agony.

Somehow, he found himself at the table with food on his plate. He ate the food before him, not caring what it was, just that it would get him through this night.

He didn’t feel anymore. There was the sadness. There was the anger. There was the longing. That ad all been delt with.

Cassian had held him as he cried for the first time in centuries. Rhys had let him punch and kick and scream his anger out. And he had made it thought the night where the longed to join her wherever she went.

He was now an empty male. He had no mate, no love, and no light.

Where she was, there was nothing. And that nothing would be where would spend the rest of his days.

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#acotar #acotar imagine #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x oc #acotar fic #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruin #a court of mist and fury #star fall week 2024

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ladyescapism · 2 months

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Dialogue Prompts-

1. "Why, hello there, darling." "Ew, no."

2. "You're the one with a knife, do something!" "Anything I do will only make it worse."

3. "Why can't you do it?" "I don't want to ruin my clothes."

4. "This isn't good." "Oh yeah? What gave it away? The fire or the dead body?"

5. "Aren't those poisonous?" "I hope not, I've already had five."

6. "Did you just steal that?" "Of course, there's no way I'd be able to afford it."

7. "If you love me then you have to let me go." "If you love me then you will stay."

8. "Do not leave me. Please..."

9. "Kiss me." "No, you kiss me."

10. "Sunsets are beautiful." "Yes, but not as beautiful as you."

11. "What's your problem?" "You."

12. "If you're going to kill me, can I at least pick the way how I die?" "Can you please shut up."

13. "Listen to me!" "That's kind of hard when you're screaming at my face."

14. "We have a problem." "Let me guess, you caused it?"

15. "No way. You are actually jealous." "I am not."

16. "You're hurt." "Yes..."

17. "Lean on me." "Are you joking?"

18. "You're alright. We're getting out of here, you're going to heal and we are going to keep fighting like we always do." "I hope so."

19. "I- I love you." "I can't choose between mocking you and telling you I love you too."

20. "Wow. You're uglier than people give you credit for."

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I'm doing this for the first time! So excited!! Give me a number and a character and I'll try my best to write for you!!! 😁💕

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ladyescapism · 2 months

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It's almost time for our second annual Starfall Week, hosted by @azsazz and @writingsbychlo!

We now formally invite you to join our 2024 Starfall Celebration Week!

Starfall Celebration is running from March 19–25, just like last year. We’ve come up with 7 Starfall related prompts for your favorite characters from the ACOTAR world. Character ships, x reader ships, crackships, and artwork of all kind are eligible to participate!

Please tag this blog so that we can read, share, and enjoy all of the wonderful pieces as we go through the week!

Don’t feel like you have to write every single prompt or post everyday, we want everyone to have fun and enjoy Starfall Celebration Week!!

We hope you are as excited as we are! We can’t wait to see what comes up!

Lots of Starfall love and well-wishes, Kierstin & Chloe xoxo

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ladyescapism · 3 months

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i love waking up to likes on my posts that came though at like 2am

like yas you little sleepless creatures 2am is the best time to read smut

#you need to sleep though #i’ve done it before #but still #get your 8 hours kids #it’s good for you #time zones are a thing #nonetheless

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ladyescapism · 3 months

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literally why i started writing 😐

Always the writer, never the reader.

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ladyescapism · 5 months

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you ever realize that you started a fic in third person, only to pick it back up again and write in second person so now you have to go back through and correct every single she/her to you/yours for like 1,000 words bc the story makes more sense in second person

fml

any who working on a on an old piece instead of starting a new one to add to any series per usual

too-da-loo!

#acotar fic #acotar #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writing problems #fml #acotar imagine

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ladyescapism · 5 months

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i want to see if this works lol

ha?

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot” in their ask box

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ladyescapism · 5 months

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I'm curious...

I tend to use very short paragraphs when I write fics because I mostly use my phone to read on here and longer paragraphs are harder for me to follow that way. I was wondering about you all?

#acotar fic #acotar #acotar imagine #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruin #a court of mist and fury #a court of frost and starlight #writers on tumblr #creative writing

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ladyescapism · 5 months

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Crescent City 🤯🤯

Y'all is just finished house of sky and breath and let me tell you....I am flabbergasted

spoilers ahead, so many spoilers. so many its not even funny. read at your own risk.

🤯😤😱🫢🫨😮😧😵🤢💀

Bryce fell into Prythian!!!!!

I mean I guessed that she was going to meet with the Inner Circle eventually bc of all of art and theories I have seen, but actually confirming it is crazy.

I literally finished 20 minutes ago and the only thing I have done is pre-order the new book. I swear to god if this book does not immediately start with explanations, I will cry

My initial theory is that the "fae" on Midgard are the defected Dusk Court and the Starborn are its ruling people. I think that others joined them, that's why Rhun and Rhys look alike (they are related) and why there is a variety of powers amongst the Midgard "fae". Like the Autumn King's fire power. And I think that the "angels" and actually Peregrines or Seraphim that evolved separately from the Pythian species.

I think that the shifter "fae" on Midgard are somehow from the Throne of Glass world.

I have all the feels about Hunt and Rhun being left behind and having to deal with the fall out. And Hunt being enslaved again with so little time as a free angle kills me.

I am so ready to see how this all plays out. Things I need however:

How Truth-Teller and the star sword/Gwyndion play into all this and how they came to be separated.

Was this a case of "like calls to like"? If so, what called? Truth-teller and the star sword? Or was it Bryce and someone in the IC? Rhys? Feyre? Azriel? Why did Bryce show up in Velaris and not another court?

and of course the hijinks that will ensue. the language barrier, how the members of the IC react to Bryce, Bryce in an "ancient" world,

I am so excited!!!!!!!!!!!!

#acotar #crecent city #hoeab #cc hofas #cc hosab #acotar theory #acotar thoughts #im crying #major spoilers

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ladyescapism · 5 months

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it’s not that hard to not be a asshole

Reblog if you honestly have NEVER sent anon hate.

It pains me that only 14,000 people can honestly reblog this

#fanfic #writers on tumblr #acotar fic #shocking i know

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ladyescapism · 5 months

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Rendezvous- Azriel Smut

summary: Azriel has a illicit rendezvous with a red-headed princess.

a/n: happy winter holidays everyone! I hope everyone who celebrates had a merry Christmas! enjoy some no plot, just smut with Azriel and an unnamed Vanserra sister.

warnings: smut

wc: 1,300

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Azriel stopped kissing her neck. She whined in protest.

Pathetic, he crooned.

She whimpered again, lost in the pleasure that not only his praise brought her, but also his degradation.

Everything about her pissed him off. The way her fire-red hair was wound into his hand. The way her honey-colored eyes passed over him for centuries, letting him know, without a word, she thought him beneath her.

Nevertheless, she was going to be begging for his cock soon enough.

He continued what he had done to dozens of females before her. He teased and sucked and made them beg for hours before he gave them the fucking they wanted.

Azriel had known for a very long time that there was something wrong with him. There was something wrong with how he wanted to degrade females. With how he got off on having the complete control over how, when, and how often they came. There was always a tinge of guilt of how he treated the females he bedded, no matter how they claimed that they wanted the treatment, provided he was kind to them after.

He didn’t feel that guilt as Eris’ little sister ground her sopping cunt onto his leg and moaned at the friction he was failing to give her.

She was sitting astride his lap, her knees on either side of his hips where he sat on a cushioned sofa. Her hand had found its way into his hair and her lips were on his neck. This was starting to border on getting out of his control.

With one had still tangled in her hair, he gripped her hip with just enough force that he wouldn’t leave a bruise. In one movement, he tipped her head back to the celling and ground her lower body onto his leg again.

Ah…ah… like that, she moaned out. Her neck was bared to him. If he wanted to give her everything he could offer, he would attack her neck and leave marks on her for everyone to see in the morning.

Her breasts were heaving out of the dress she was wearing. It had been pulled down from the place where it so primly sat on her chest just minutes ago. He resisted the temptation of pulling the neckline down and taste her there.

He did not. Azriel instead reached his hand under her skirt. The modest layers of various shades of pink, ranging from a daybreak blush to a deep rose that flounced and flowed when she danced earlier were bunched around her waist, exposing her pale legs.

Her strong thigh flexed and trembled as his hand slid towards her center. Azriel dipped his fingers into her wet heat and allowed her to hear him chuckle at what he found. He used the wetness he found there to lubricate his fingers as they found and circled her clit.

She kept moaning. If she kept it up, he would find a better use for her mouth.

It had occurred to him that it would not be very hard to discover them. She had pulled him into a powder room attached to the gallery in the expansive house. It was not in use for Eris’ coronation gala. He did not see anyone on their way in, and he did not sense anyone entering the massive hall. He would keep a shadow on watch in case someone got too curious as to where the princess went. More for keeping the headache that would follow his family finding out than to protect her reputation.

She was riding his hand now. His fingers had slipped back inside her and he could feel the muscles in her hips and ass flexing with the movement. She let out another lewd moan. He eased his hand out from the tangle of her dress.

She snapped her head back level and her eyes flared with frustration at his lack of intrusion. Before she could speak, he shoved her soaked fingers into her mouth, gagging her a bit.

Taste it, he commanded.

She did. She moved her tongue over and on the sides of his fingers, licking her wetness from him. It seemed she was enjoying the sweet taste of herself mixed with the saltiness of Azriel’s skin.

He used a shadow to unfasten his pants. His cock was hot and hard and already seeping with precome. She noticed that he had freed himself. She pulled her head back, sucking the tips of his fingers as she did, and peered down at him. Her tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip. Azriel tracked the movement with hungry detail.

The hand that she had left in his hair tightened just enough to get his attention.

Tonic, she breathed. I am on it. You?

He confirmed that he, too, took the contraceptive tonic.

He shifted his hid forward enough that she would be able to sit on his cock. When she reached to touch him, he let out a hiss at how cold her hand was on him. She quickly slotted him to her slit. She looked him dead in the eyes as she slid down on him.

He halted her by gripping her hips.

Beg for it, he seethed, air pushed between his gritted teeth. She felt so warm and wet that his instincts were screaming at him to drive up into her, to let her ride him till he pumped her full.

She squirmed.

If you don’t start, he threatened. I will leave you very unsatisfied.

His pride would never let him do that. However, she did not need to know that.

Please, Azriel, she conceded. Please fuck me.

Why should I? Mother above he was an ass.

Because I need it. Before he could prompt her more, she added, Because I can make you feel good, too.

He pulled her down so that she was fully seated on his length. Her mouth opened in what looked like a silent scream.

We’ll see about that, was the last thing he said before he began pounding into her.

She tried to control the pace but gave up quickly as Azriel found his rhythm of pushing his hips up just as he pulled her body down. She accepted that right now, she was simply a vessel for his pleasure.

Azriel almost lost his focus as the barest edge of a pink nipple escaped from her dress. He gave up on keeping her chest from himself and with half a thought to his shadows, the top of her dress was pulled down.

She let out a gasp as the cool air met her flushed skin. Her nipples were already hard from arousal. Her tits were bouncing with the movement, so close to his face that mere inches separated him from tasting her sensitive skin. Instead of breaking his pace, he had his shadows come and tweak her nipples, making her begin to moan even louder.

Azriel had the good sense to throw up a shield to keep her sounds to himself. The muscles of her inner walls were clenching him even harder and from the noises her was making she was about to come.

Az…Azr-ahhhh, she cut herself off as her climax took over. He kept pounding her through every wave, letting her ring her pleasure form him.

After it seemed she was riding the aftershocks, Azriel let loose the climax that had been building. His trusts became wild and uneven as he filled her with wave after wave of hot come. The groan he let out as the pleasure danced through every fiber of his being shook the shield he had thrown up.

She moved herself some, trying to extend his pleasure, but it didn’t seem she could find the strength.

When both caught their breath, she looked at Azriel and lust had dilatated her pupils till the honey brown was taken over by the depthless black. She gave him and small as she sat on his cock. The way his heart fluttered at receiving that smile had him rapidly coming to the conclusion that he was completely fucked in more ways than one.

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#acotar #acotar imagine #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #acotar fic #azriel x oc #azriel smut #acotar smut

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ladyescapism · 6 months

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fractured bonds - part 4

summary: Rhys' little sister has always been nothing but loyal to her brother and court. however, the cauldron chooses the most inconvenient male as her mate: Eris Vanserra. will Ryn accept the heir of autumn as her mate? will her family?

part 1 -- part 2-- part 3

a/n: there will be one or two more parts to this, I just need to decide if there will be a confrontation with Azriel and Cassian as well or just a conversation between Eris and Ryn.

anyways, hope you enjoy and let me know if you want to be tagged!

warnings: emotions

wc: 2,000

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Rhys POV

“Mate,” Cassian snapped in disbelief.

“I saw them, brother,” Rhys sighed. “It seemed like a mate bond to me.”

He could scarcely believe it himself.

“But mates are supposed to be equals,” Cassian interjected. “Eris is a snake and well…” he trailed off. Rhys knew what he meant. And Ryn was their sister. Their baby sister.

“We can’t focus on that now,” Feyre added, trying to be a voice of reason. “What we know for certain is that Ryn is healing, and that’s a good thing.”

“You’re right, Feyre,” Cassian said. “But the thought of his hands on her.”

Rhys saw Cassian’s hands clench and the siphons topping them glare. He glanced to Mor, who was suspiciously quiet about this whole situation. She looked up and met his eye.

He could see it all there. All the questions. How long did Ryn know about the bond? Had she formed a relationship beyond it with Eris? What was her future going to look like?

Holding eye contact for a moment longer, Mor rose, and showed herself out of the tent. Azriel’s eyes followed her form out, shame still clouding his features for Ryn’s state.

“You didn’t know, Az,” Rhys said before Az disappeared. “You did what you could with the information you had.”

Rhys knew it didn’t matter. No amount of absolution from himself, or Ryn, or any of them would make Azriel forgive himself.

“Let’s all get some rest,” Feyre soothed. “It’s been a long day.”

Leaving Azriel, Cassian, and Feyre to mutter about their shock at the revelation, Rhys trailed after Mor, knowing where she went.

When he arrived at the healing tent, Mor was sitting outside on an overturned bucket. Rhys stopped a few feet from her.

“I almost went in,” she said to the ground. “But I don’t want to put any more stress on her trying to send Eris away if she is hallucinating that she needs him.”

Before Rhys could try and comfort her, Madja came through the tent flaps. “I was just about to come looking for you. I have some updates about Kathryn.”

Mor rose to her feet.

“There is minimal l damage to her body from the poison. My prognosis that she will make a full recovery in three days maximum holds.”

Rhys heard the sigh of relief that came from Mor.

“She is still dehydrated and exhausted. She had not been able to keep down any food, but I awake and talking.”

Mor’s body lurched for the tent flaps but halted herself.

“He has been by her side this entire time. I haven’t told him anything other than that she will be fine,” Madja said, looking at Mor’s conflicted face.

“Thank you,” Rhys said, dipping his head in her direction in a silent dismissal.

Ryn’s POV

Everything was a blur. Ryn’s entire body felt like it had been used in place of a sparring dummy. And her head felt like an Illyrian legion trampled over it. She needed water.

She peeled her eyes open, the desperation for water driving her. As her vision became focused, she was surprised to find the fire-headed male before her. Eris had stayed with her.

Ryn could not speak. Her throat was too dry. And she would have no idea what to say to him.

Thanks for saving my life, I guess. I still can’t bring myself to accept that were mates though. Hopefully my family doesn’t kill you before I can think about this a little more.

She gently smacked her lips together, hoping Eris got the point. He did, and promptly brought over the glass of water someone left in the tent. Ryn worked her way up onto her elbows, every movement sending pain lashing through her body. Once she was propped on one elbow, she reached a shaky hand for it, but Eris said nothing as he lifted the glass to her lips for her and tilted it so she could sip.

“Thank you, Eris,” she said after a few mouthfuls. “For everything and the water.” He set the glass on the ground.

He didn’t reply, but his chest heaved with a sigh at her words. His head fell into his hands. With only them in the tent, she felt comfortable enough to reach her hand out to touch his forearm.

His skin was warm. Ryn could feel the corded muscle there, powerful and taught. If she was well, she would have imagined how those arms could hold her. Either lovingly or passionately. She felt what it could have been like between them during that moment in the corridor.

Eris lifted his head but did not move his arm from her reach as he stared at where their skin connected. As if he too was seeing the few inches of skin that connected in that moment but felt what that would feel like all over his body.

He finally looked her in the eyes, his rich amber meeting her icy cobalt, and she saw everything there. The concern. The worry. The relief. The anger.

“Eris,” was all she managed to whisper before movement at the tent flaps caught her attention and she dropped Eris’ forearm.

“Ryn,” Mor breathed out. Her eyes darted from Ryn to Eris, and at the hand that Ryn dropped but not quickly enough that Mor didn’t see. The betrayal that lingered in her cousin’s eyes made Ryn want to crawl into her own skin and never come out.

Rhys came in behind Mor and gave Ryn the same look he had been giving her for centuries. The combination of disappointment and resignation that always made her feel so small. She could handle being tortured for a few hours, but having both of them giving her the look was going to make her have a break down.

Not wanting to cry in front of Eris, Ryn asked, “Can you excuse us? I need time with my family.”

Eris agreed, wishing her well on his way out. He didn’t bother to say anything to Rhys or Mor. Either from anger at being pushed out or knowing that nothing he said made this situation any better.

As soon as he left the tent, Mor rushed to Ryn’s side. Immediately, she pushed the sweat slicked hair from her face and fussed that she was too hot, and the fever clearly hadn’t broken.

“I’m fine, Mor,” Ryn insisted. “Madja said that I should make a full recovery in a few days.”

“Yeah, she told us too.”

Both females looked into each other’s eyes. Mor had always been more like a sister than a cousin. Ryn had a sister once, but barely remembered her along with her mother. But Mor had always been in her life. Amren was there too, of course. However, Mor was the one who took her to get her first corset, talked her through her first cycle, defended her to Rhys when she went on her first date. It was Mor who had done so much for her and yet she was holding the hand of the male who had hurt her deeply.

“By that look, I am assuming you know,” Ryn whispered to the bed sheets, noting the questions flickering in her eyes.

“Rhys suspected when you came in together and he was acting like that.” Mor looked at her and took her hand, brown eyes pleading. “Tell me everything.”

Ryn shook her head but before she could plead with Mor to not force her to break her heart, Mor insisted.

“We tell each other everything!” Mor shouted, standing up from the chair. “Did I do something that made you think that you couldn’t tell me?” Mor gestured to her heart with her hand as her face twisted with anger.

“I didn’t want this,” Ryn’s voice cracked as she explained. “I can’t stand that you’re mad at me, and Rhys giving me the I’m disappointed in you look.” Ryn couldn’t control when her own face twisted, and tears rolled down her face.

“Why would I be mad about something you have no control over?”

“Because he hurt you,” her voice broke. “He hurt you and yet… I feel things for him.”

“I am not mad at you, baby,” Mor let out an exasperated sigh. “I am terrified for you.”

Ryn stilled at the admission.

“I am terrified that he will hurt you. I am scared that his father will get his hands on you. I am horrified that you will go into the court of snakes and not thrive,” Mor let every emotion show in her face. “And I am scared that you will leave this court and never come back to me.”

“What makes you think that any force on heaven or earth could keep me from you?” Ryn felt the hot tears pouring down her face. “Eris has been my mate for two months,” she sucked in a breath, “You have been my everything since forever.”

They stared at each other again, and Mor’s face contorted, and a sob shook her chest.

Rhys went over to her, took her shoulders in his hands, and pulled her to his chest. She shook with silent sobs for a moment while Ryn looked on.

After a moment, Mor stilled herself. Wiping away her tears, she moved to sit back down in the chair. Mor gave her a short smiled, picking up and ringing Ryn’s hand in her own.

“Tell me how it happened,” Mor said. “Tell me everything.”

“I don’t want to make you feel any worse.”

“I need to know,” she insisted. “I think it will make it better if I am kept informed.”

“Only if you’re sure.”

Her golden hair reflected with the fae lights as she nodded her head.

Ryn sucked in a deep breath, the expansion of her lungs burning a bit. Goddess on Earth she hated being injured. “Remember when Rhys sprung Eris and Keir on you at the Court of Nightmares? That night I went back to see if I could catch him doing anything suspicious. I followed him using the tunnel network you told me about.”

“Clever girl,” Mor praised, and Ryn felt the smirk raise at the corner of her mouth before she could stop it.

Rhys moved and sat on the other side of the bed.

“He caught me looking at him from behind a tapestry in the guest wing. I ran, but he followed me, cornered me, and…”

Ryn trailed off, not wanted to share that she kissed him.

“Well, when did the bond snap?” Mor’s eye filled with questioning.

“He cornered me, and it was a heat of the moment, didn’t think it through, kiss.” Ryn lifted her shoulders towards her ears, feeling the blush rising there. “And that’s when it clicked.”

“He didn’t force himself on you, did he,” Rhys questioned from where he sat.

Ryn snapped her head to her brother. “No, you ass.”

She huffed, turning back to look at Mor. “Listen, I love you but I am tired and somehow hungry and nauseous at the same time. Can I recover a bit more before we get deeper into this conversation?”

“Already on it,” Cassian said, coming up behind Rhys, a steaming bowl of broth cradled in his hands. “I got one of the camp mothers to warm you up some clear broth.”

Cassian lowered his large body onto the small bed, the frame dipping with his weight. Ryn sat up a little straighter and reached for the bowl. Cassian pulled it from her reach.

“Sick babies get spoon fed,” he chided.

Rhys stood, the bed getting a little too crowded.

“What is with people not letting me eat or drink for myself tonight,” she exclaimed. The three of them looked confused before Ryn added, “Never mind. Just give me the damn soup.”

Cassian laughed as he handed over the soup and everyone watched her take a few spoonsful.

“So, Eris hunh?”

Ryn peered up from him under her lashes, making direct eye contact as she took an obnoxiously loud slurp of soup. “Yep.”

Cassian looked at her expectantly. “Have you figured out if the carpet matches the drapes?”

Rhys reached out and swatted the back of his head.

The males began bickering. But all their noise faded to the background when Ryn again looked to Mor and found her cousin staring at her with love and affection on her face, not a wink of betrayal in her eyes.

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