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A Shadow's Tale - Chapter Seven

Azriel x Pirate Female!Reader

CHAPTER SEVEN

Word Count: + 2,200

a/n: I know this chapter is shorter but I wanted to upload it sooner so it had to! If you do prefer the longer chapter let me know! <3

Warnings: none

“Y/N,” he bowed slightly with a little smile and you smiled broadly wrapping him in a hug. You felt him stiffen but then relaxing by hugging you back.

“What… What are you doing here?” You looked him over noticing the night court attire that he usually wore back in Velaris.

“I came to see Tamlin on my way to the mortal lands and… I find his manor rebuilt and laughter in the villages…” he looked confused and amazed. “How?”

“He needed help… After Rhysand…” you took a deep breath, “Does he know?”

“He sure does… but it’s a long story.” He warned and I invited him to seat with me in my study. His broad figure barely fitting through the door. “My brother told them where you were the same day he spotted you.” You only nodded recalling the encounter with Eris. “Rhysand was… out… for a day or two,” you frowned at the use of words, “but Feyre asked Cassian and me to check up on you…” He gave you a knowing look. Not Cassian and Azriel, Cassian and Lucien. Because Azriel… She pushed the thought away from her mind but Lucien must have read it on her face because he said, “Azriel has been working on the border of the Autumn Court, no one has seen him since before you left.”

“So what does the High Lord of Night has to say about what I’ve done?” You asked ignoring his last statement.

“I’m… not sure.” He confessed. “Cassian is the main point of communication from here but he doesn’t tell me much.”

“Any news on Hybern?”

“Not yet, they’ve been awfully quiet recently.” You nodded, “Y/N… I wanted to thank you.” You looked at him, “You helped him… Somehow… He’s stubborn as hell, I don’t know how you did it but you saved him, his court, possibly even all of us.”

“I told Rhysand I would come south if he refused my help, but he did something so much worse… He dismissed me once he had what he needed…” You shook your head, “The reason why I helped Tamlin build himself up, is because I refuse to let Rhysand walk over someone else again.”

“I know what he did was wrong but…” You gave him a look that said do not finish that sentence. “Hear Feyre out before you take it on them…”

“Did they sent you to tell me this?” You frowned looking at your hands.

“No, I came because no one else would give you a chance, just like you did for him.”

Your posture relaxed on the chair. “You love him, don’t you?”

“He’s my brother,” Lucien smiled a little, “He saved me before and I couldn’t save him now… I left him when everything went to shit and I thought there was no going back, but…” He looked at you, “Thank you.” Those two words coated with emotion.

You only gave him a knowing smile.

“Thank you for coming Lucien.”

“I will always come for my friends.” He smiled back at you and then grinned, “So about Eris…”

You chuckled, "Oh boy..."

—

“I’m leaving for the Spring Court today,” Feyre announced holding her mate’s hand.

“I’m coming with you,” he forced out, his voice hoarse.

“You’re still healing, I can do this Rhys.”

“If he dares to put one claw on you…” Rhys growled.

“Cassian and Mor will be there with me, he won’t touch me.” She guaranteed.

“Enlighten me again on why do you think this is a good idea.” Rhysand sat up straighter in bed where he had laid for the past week.

He had been in such darkness during these days that he hadn’t been able to handle any court business. Feyre took over only relying some of the information to him. It had taken Madja, the healer, and a lot of talking to get him to eat and drink and even shower. Rhysand had fallen so deep in the darkness inside his own mind he almost lost himself to it. Because of the carelessness on his own body, he found himself bound to bed until he regained full strength.

“The reports Cassian and Lucien sent showed that somehow Y/N had been able to help the Spring Court, people are finally coming back to the villages, the army is training and preparing for the war...” She took a deep breath, “She didn’t go there to hurt you, she went there to help Tamlin… Or the spring court, to help in the war...” she shook her head, “Either way, I know she trusts me and she will hear me, and we can end this rivalry once and for all, and prepare for the inevitable war, together.”

“What if…”

“I will have the protection spell around me at all times, she won’t hurt me.” She insisted kissing his cheek.

“I will meet you there as soon as I can, I promise.”

“I just want you to promise me you will be okay while I’m gone.” He kissed her temple.

“I’ll eat and drink and shower, then when we are back together I’ll show you just how much strength I got back.” He winked and she rolled her eyes.

“You’re a prick.” She said lovingly and kissed him goodbye before meeting with Morrigan and winnowing to the Spring Court.

—

“What are you doing here?” You asked walking out of the High Lord’s manor into the garden where Feyre, Cassian and Mor stood.

“I’d like to speak with you, if you allow me.” Feyre spoke calmly and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to be here… Any of you.” You look at each of them pointedly.

“We understand, maybe we could talk in more common ground? Your ship perhaps?” Feyre offered and you took a deep breath taking it in.

“If Rhysand sent you here to…”

“No,” She cut you off, “I came here as my own person, to check on my friend.”

You remembered her shock and disappointment that day on your ship when her mate had made the decision to take the troves and break the bargain. Taking a deep breath you agreed, “Fine.”

On the walk to your ship, Cassian and Mor were silent the whole time. Bonnie and Sebastian looked them over, assessing and looking for any danger when you reached the deck.

“You can tell your friends we come in peace, Y/N” Mor chimmed in and you looked at your friends giving them a smirk.

“Why? They are only doing their jobs.”

“Are you seriously upset at us, little shark?” Cassian frowned and Feyre gave him a pointed look.

“You all serve the male who made a fool of me and my crew,” you spat, “if you came here expecting cuddles you can go back to your court, I don’t need you.”

Cassian was about to reply and Feyre intervened “Cassian, enough,” she gave him another look and then turned to you, “We just wanna talk,” she held your hand adding, “Please.”

You took your hand from hers and walked towards your study taking a seat at your desk.

“Talk then.” You waved your hand motioning for them to take a seat.

“You helped Tamlin…” she started and you took a deep breath.

“That’s none of your business.”

“We had a source… We were told you wanted to sell the Night Court secrets over to Tamlin.”

“Eris Vanserra is an unlikely source if you ask me,” you shook your head, “I did not reveal any secrets, I knew Eris would only leave it alone if I gave him something to gossip about.” You rolled your eyes.

No one spoke, all eyes assessing you still, “I told you before I was going to be part of this war one way or the other,” You looked only as Feyre as you spoke “But my alliance did not change, Hybern is mine to kill, and since your mate deigned me and my crew not trust worthy of fighting along side your court, I had to go look somewhere else.”

“Why the spring court? Why not allying yourself with someone who has an army, gods… even a head over their shoulders?” Cassian asked.

“Because Tamlin was easy to manipulate in his… state of mind…” Morrigan guessed and you chuckled shaking your head.

“For someone whose gift is truth, Morrigan… You better than anyone should know that’s not it.” You said and shrugged. “Why I chose the Spring Court is none of your business either way, I’m working with Tamlin and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have interest with allying with the Night Court, but we do have an enemy in common, so for the sake of Prynthian, I will bring your concerns to the High Lord, and I will send word once we have one to send.”

“Y/N…” Feyre reached out her hand for you across the table and you stilled looking at your hands together. “I’m sorry…”

“No one did anything to stop him…” you whispered, emotion coating your words, you could feel the burn in your eyes for the unshed tears.

“We didn’t know…”

“What difference would had it made anyway?” You shook your head taking your hand away from hers, “Would’ve you gone against your mate, your high lord? For someone you just met?” You put your hands through your hair, “I never meant to hide who or what I was, I never meant to lie or deceive, but I’ve learned that my word means nothing to you… any of you, so you may leave now.”

“Y/N…”

“Don’t,” you stood from your chair composing yourself. “You know the way out.” You left the study without another word and used your control and magic over the air element to fly you back to the beach and started off to the manor once more.

—

“What did they want?” Tamlin asked as you walked into his study.

“Keeping tabs on me,” You shrugged taking a seat on the chair by the fire. “Nothing to worry about,” You took him in, “You look better.” You noticed and one corner of his mouth lifted.

“Fake it until you make it right?” You nodded, “What’s next?”

“Your army,” You explained, “We sent word to regroup, a lot of them were wary of coming back, but the news spread fast and most of them are back on the training grounds.”

“You sure about this?”

“We don’t have an Illyrian army but we can’t just give up.” You took a deep breath, “Plus, my crew is highly trained so they’re helping them.”

“Hmmm,” He mumbled a thanks and you gave him a small smile.

“Have you talked to Lucien yet?”

“I sent word for a meeting, he is to come here later today.”

“Good,”

“What about the Night Court?”

“Leave them to me,” You smiled, “They might have the troves, but without the knowledge to wield them… They’re pretty much useless…”

“But… Didn’t you give them the book as well?” He frowned.

Your smile was feline as you said, “I’m not as dumb as I may appear,” He observed your every move, “I sensed something was off so I took precautions,” He arched his brows, “Only one person can read the book,” You looked at the embers in the fireplace, “And that person is me.”

—

Amren had been trying to read that damn book ever since Rhysand had brought it back to the River House, but nothing seemed to make the words appear. She trying putting her magic into it but it only fought back. She tried blood, magical daggers, she even tried using the troves to make something… Anything, happen, but nothing. At first she thought it might be a fake. Just an empty old book, but she could feel its magic humming at her tries.

Frustrated she threw the book away from her and walked around Rhys’s study.

“Any luck?” Rhysand walked in taking a seat on one of the chairs.

“You are supposed to be resting boy.”

“I can’t be in bed anymore, specially with Feyre back at the Spring Court.” He groaned as he took a seat.

“She can handle herself,”

“I know that, I just… worry.”

“Nothing on the book… Whatever she did, its being hidden from us.”

“You think she did it on purpose.” He stated and Amren nodded.

“Oh I’m sure, and I think she might be the key to it… But there’s more.” He took a deep breath motioning her to keep going, “Not only the book appear blank to us… But the troves also are nothing but iron pieces… I think they need each other to work and unless we can read this book, they’re useless to us.”

“We need her then…”

“Or, we can ask Feyre to confirm our suspicions… Either way, I think she outsmarted us all.”

He only nodded, suddenly his gaze was glassy and she knew he was communicating to his mate. Good.

—

“Lucien told me you were spying on the Autumn’s border…” Your voice was low as you took a seat under a tree in the gardens of the manor.

“You left without saying goodbye…” Azriel’s voice was low as he took a seat by your side.

“It was the best for the both of us.” You took him in, his gaze cold and his eyes shadowed.

“Define ‘best’,” He whispered, and you took his hand intertwining your fingers while resting them on your lap.

“I like you Az…” You grazed your thumb on his glove that kept his siphon in place. “But we are not good for each other.”

“I like you too Y/N… And I think you’re wrong,” He took your chin in his thumb and forefinger and kissed you gently, you kissed him back. His tongue was on yours like a slow dance and your teeth clashing ever so often.

You both stopped for air resting your forehead on his with your eyes closed.

“Spend the night with me Y/N,” He whispered, his breath caressing your face, your only response was a nod before he winnowed you away.

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