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cateyesinlove · 4 months

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To my secret Santa, Merry Christmas @sirenarts , haven meeting you is one of the best things this year and I will forever be grateful I get to call you my friend!

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“No” Azriel simply answered while cheeking some paper from a folder, leaning into his desk with ease as if he didn’t have the fiercest of lawyers in the whole New York area in front of him murdering him with her sight, Lady Death herself, Nesta Archeron.

“What do you mean no” she growled, arms crossed and fuming.

Azriel let a sigh out and dragged his hand down his face, “ It means I am not taking time off from my job to go around asking who wants to come with me on an adventure where I follow some influencer girls around like a lost puppy for a beauty brand launch party.” He answered harshly, “ I’ll lose all credibility, Nesta”

Azriel has only felt fear three times in his life, his line of work didn’t necessarily allow him to feel it more often

When his hands were burned

When he almost died

And now watching Nesta smile like the devil herself standing in front of him.

“ Well good thing you need to do neither of those things,” Nesta said smiling scarily chipper, she uncrossed her arms and put them in her waist. “ Emerie has already agreed and Cassian told me you had already taken the week off so you can do your usual brooding in the mountain.”

Azriel was left speechless.

Then he frowned, “ How did you get Berdara to do it, she is worse than me with time off and that is something.” he asked.

Nesta shrugged smirking, putting her hands in her pockets.

“I guess it’s just one of the many perks of being an awesome lawyer who saves your fucking asses all the goddam time.”

Azirel rolled his eyes, being a bodyguard was a great job and it paid well whoever you were also sued a lot depending on the clients you worked with and how much of an assholes they were

“ Well I might still refuse Nesta,” he said defensively

Nesta smile somehow grew bigger and she pulled her phone out showing it to Azriel. “ Oh have I forgotten to tell you the person I need you to take care of is Elain?” she asked, in her phone a photo from the photoshoot of Elain’s new brand; Elain was dressed in a flower gown surrounded by all types of plants and holding some of her products.

He was left breathless.

Azriel’s first thought, as it always was whenever he saw Elain, was that she looked beautiful. There was a shine to Elain that Azriel had only been able to find in the stars in the night. Her glow was incomparable.

He felt his ears and face grow hot and a blush took over his face.

Fuck.

Nesta laid the trap for him and he fell like the idiot he was.

He cleared his throat and scratched his neck with the other, “ Yes, you forgot that very important detail, Nesta,” he scowled

Nesta laughed, “ Well what can I say, it is fun to toy around with you when it comes to Elain,” she said examining her engagement ring.

“ You don’t have to gloat on my misery Nesta,” he said, a sigh of exhaustion scaping him as he let himself fall on his chair.

“ You can always call her Azirel,” Netsa said rolling her eyes at the stupidity of her future brother-in-law.

“Nesta,” he warned with a serious tone.

“Fuck off,” she responded irritated, “ She broke up with that loser months ago Azriel, you could have easily called her and asked her out and-”

“Nesta respectfully fuck off, it’s none of your business.” he cut her off tired of hearing the same thing from the same people.

His brothers.

His sisters-in-law.

And his three-year-old nephew.

‘So, will you do it yes or no?” Nesta asked irked.

“Of course, I’ll do it, Nesta,” he said exhausted putting his hands on his face.

“ I’ll see you tomorrow then,” she said walking out of his office with a smile.

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“ So what exactly does Nesta have on you to convince you to be doing this?” Azriel asked Emerie as they examined the surrounding area where they were waiting for the car with Elain and her friends for the launch party.

“Not necessarily what but who” she grumbled fixing her glasses and walking towards the car that had arrived, opening the door.

“SUNSHINE!” a small ginger woman exclaimed as she walked out of the car, dressed in a modest teal dress and her straight pin hair loose, a small broach with a moon holding it out of her face. The woman threw herself at Emerie kissing her cheek.

Azriel didn’t know what to do, he froze for a moment and when he was ready to tackle the girl he saw Emerie laugh and hold her by the waist hugging her, she kissed the woman and separated from her turning a more professional stand as she could probably see photographers appear, keeping a discrete hang on the back of her wife

“Azriel, this is my wife, Gwyn Berdara.” Emerie introduced with a smile.

Azriel couldn’t help but smile, “ Oh so this is why you accepted the job?” he asked laughing

“ Oh like the reason you accepted was any better?” Asked Feyre as she climbed out of the car with Nesta.

All the girls laughed as Azriel went red, then panicked flooding him as he looked over at the car but the door was closed, he started to look everywhere for another car, Elain’s car.

“Don’t panic,” Nesta said putting the poor boy out of his misery, Elain and the twins are coming in another car.

Ease flooded his body until he saw a white car approaching and off the car came out Elain.

Beautiful, wonderful, splendid Elain, in a beautiful dress adorned with flowers of all types, but all of a pink and white scheme along side with some vines.

As Elain climbed out of the car, the first person she saw was Azriel, extending a hand to her, Like all those years ago.

“Az,” she said his name in surprise, a whisper only for him to hear but with a huge smile on her face.

He took her hand and smiled back at her, “ Elain” he greeted with the same huge smile.

“I- wha- what are you doing here?” she said still smiling and hugged him, she couldn’t keep her excitement, the last time he had seen him was months ago, and she missed him too much.

Which was a mistake, especially with all the cameras around them.

NEWS FLASH!

Icon Elain Archeron seen at her launch debut with new beau?

Who is this handsome mysterious man?

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Purpleunicornc

Okay but the sunshine x sunshine protector tropes

Starwhogazes

It’s the pink-and-black aesthetic for me

Jediemma

Okay but Elain the lovely fawn and a man who looks like her protector? Iconic

Nikethestatue to Jediemma

Like death itself?

Jasmineandshadows

OMG death and the lovely fawn? Iconic

Siren.arts

OKAY they are my new favorite couple!

“Let’s go” he whispered holding her waist and shielding her as much as he could from the flashes to the building. “ Oh and,” he started chuckling a bit. “Nesta asked me to keep you safe.” he answered, “ and I will always look out for you.”

Elain went red to the face but gave him a huge smile. “ I know,” she answered as they entered the building.

Cerridwen and Nuala came out of the car and gathered with the rest of the girls as they saw the scene play before them.

“Ugh he is such an idiot,” said Nesta crossing her arms and looking at them.

“Leave them alone Nesta,” Feyre answered laughing, “ They need time.”

“They are both idiots,” answered Nuala rolling her eyes, “They are the only ones who don’t know they are madly in love with each other.”

“It’s going to be a long week,” Cerridwen answered holding her sister by the shoulders and directing her to the building.

“Yes, it will” Answered Nesta walking with arms intertwined with Gwyn who was giggling.

Emerie shakes her head with a small chuckle and follows everyone inside

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jmoonjones · 1 year

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Elain Archeron with some blotchy roses 🌹🌹

I'm really curious for Elain's book because we don't know much about her, there's such potential for an interesting arc!

I would love to see her go on an adventure with Nuala and Cerridwen (because I want to know their stories too!) and explore her seer powers and find out why the cauldron had such a hardon for her.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #elain archeron #pro elain archeron #pro elain #acotar fanart #acotar art #booklr #booktok #acomaf #acowar #acosf #nuala and cerridwen #elriel #elucien #feyre archeron #nesta archeron

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intairnwetrust · 8 months

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Moodboard - Elain, Nuala & Cerridwen

For day 2 of Elain Archeron Week: Sister & Friend

@elainarcheronweek

#I can't wait for this trio!#spy trio #elain archeron #nuala and cerridwen #pro elain #elain #elainarcheronweek2023 #elain week

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curiousity-cell · 3 months

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#ELAINARCHERON #CERRIDWEN #NUALA: iconic trio pending

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song: sexy bitch - akon

#elain archeron #pro elriel #pro elain #acotar #ghostposting #elriel #ghost posting #pro elain archeron #my edits #edit #cerridwen #nuala and cerridwen #nuala #trio #we need a name for them #nuala cerridwen and elain #girlies #acotar edit

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offtorivendell · 8 months

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Some Friendly Teasing...

🌸 Elain Archeron Week 2023, Day 2 - Sister and Friend

This headcanon/theory is based on a few things:

This brilliant crack theory by @wingedblooms, and the subsequent thoughts reblogged by @ladynightcourt3, which posit that Elain may have shifting powers, and have taken the form of Balthazar in ACOSF's Blood Rite (the OP), as well as the priestess Ananke during Valkyrie training (the reblogs).

This corresponding crack theory by @psychologynerd, which hypothesises that Nuala and Cerridwen may be Roslin and Dierdre, two of the other training priestesses who are frequently seen with Ananke.

I highly recommend reading both theories by these supremely lovely and talented people, they make a lot of sense! But let's go...

Azriel’s presence helped. He now trained the newest recruits, quiet and gentle yet unfaltering, and if she didn’t know better, she’d swear at least two of the priestesses—Roslin and Ilana—sighed every time he walked past. - ACOSF, chapter 40

I can't think of anything more appropriate for a trio of besties than for two of them to tease the third - lightheartedly, of course - when they discover a crush. Now I know the names Roslin and Ilana don't match up exactly with Roslin and Dierdre, but this could be explained by one of a few things:

The wraiths don't always wear the same bodies, and at this point they were Roslin and Ilana.

Only one of the twins, as Roslin, was teasing Elain at this time, and Ilana just has good taste.

Ilana, which means "torch, beautiful, light, bright, shining," is Elain (or she was on this day, instead of Ananke).

In the beginning, Elain thinks she's slick, asking for information about Azriel, like his favourite foods, or whether he has any aversions. Nuala and Cerridwen see through her falsely casual interrogation in an instant. But hey, we all have to start somewhere.

I can just imagine the glee lighting up Nuala and Cerridwen's eyes when they realised for whom Elain was developing feelings. Their boss, of all people! Who they probably know well and have a fairly good relationship with after a few centuries of being his personally trained spies, so I anticipate Azriel will cop his fair share from them in an Elriel book, too.

Nuala may have suggested that Elain train as a way to improve her balance for stealthy walking (if she is Ananke then she was as bad as Nesta initially) and self defence, but she conveniently forgot to warn her that Azriel would be taking the other priestesses through their exercises, not Cassian.

Cue the silent snickers and not-so-subtle looks when his back is turned, and Elain's ever blushing face.

That's something she'll obviously have to work on, pipes in Cerridwen.

Elain doing her best to balance, planting her feet in the dirt, yet still toppling over, only for Cerridwen to accuse her of doing it intentionally when Az is looking the other way, saying that she just wanted Azriel's undivided attention.

And when Elain does finally begin to improve, Nuala will give her a teeny, tiny nudge, just to see if they can get her to falter.

And maybe blush some more. For spy training.

At which point Cerridwen will say, deadpan, that Elain may be great at keeping others' secrets, but she sure as shit wears her own on her face.

I am really and truly hopeful that we'll finally get to see the two spies who masquerade as Rhys' own handmaidens at home and abroad for who they really are, through the eyes of their good friend, Elain, rather than someone who doesn't know them well. I think they'll have a lot of fun together, and we'll also see them all open up about their pasts, and their hopes and dreams for the future.

@elainarcheronweek

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nightcourtseer · 1 year

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Winds of Fate and Shadow

Summary: A conversation between Azriel and the wraith twins after Elain requests that they begin to train her.

Pairing: Elriel

Azriel often found himself on a path along the Sidra’s banks when he could not sleep. He had always found comfort in the vastness of the sky and stars above, after all that he had endured.

Out of the corner of his eye, a pair of shadows lengthened. Stretching, and then taking form.

Two nearly identical wraiths appeared behind him, keeping in line with his steps as he walked.

He was not surprised to see them, as they frequently joined him on these walks along the river. It was clandestine as anywhere, the path removed far enough from any other signs of life to ensure they were alone.

“Yes?” He prompted, maintaining his even pace with his arms crossed behind his back.

They had no trouble keeping his pace, floating more than walking along the bank of the stream. Every so often, one of his own shadows would fall back and meld with their own darkness, for a moment bringing clarity to the edge of their shape, deepening the contrast between their skin and the midnight sky.

Nuala spoke first, as she often took the lead of the two sisters. As she had in birth, so would she in life.

“Lady Elain has requested our services. To… train her in our ways.”

He did not have to turn around to watch as a quick smile danced across Cerridwen’s face, even as she tried to hide it.

He knew that the sisters had become close with Elain. As he had fallen in love with her in the garden, so had they in the warmth of the townhouse kitchen, a smattering of flour dusted across their noses, a sheen of sweat kissing their foreheads as they had worked alongside the new fae. They could take just as much credit as anyone for coaxing her back to life, and for that, he would forever be indebted to them.

“Why do you ask me as if for my permission? She is not my mate, nor my charge.”

Azriel could not help but grit his teeth as he spoke the words aloud.

“And besides, even if she was, she would not need to defer to me on such matters. The decision is hers alone.”

His shadows whispered to him that the small smile had fallen off of Cerridwen’s face.

Nuala pressed on, as she typically did. She was a knife at the throat, Cerridwen a sword at the back. And as usual, he could find no way to navigate out of a conversation they wished to pursue.

“Well, then what of her mate? Will he pose any problems, if he finds out?”

Azriel’s teeth ground together further. He could feel a headache coming on, and he pressed two fingers to his temple where it was beginning to pound.

Dark eyes flashed, and he was grateful that he led the way so that he could not see the stir of emotion flash across his face, even as his voice steadied.

“She does not belong to him. She belongs to no one.”

“Of course,” Nuala acquiesced, her voice softening. She knew that she had struck a nerve, and even the hardened spy knew when to relent. When to leave her interrogation skills behind. They were all friends after all.

There were a small circle of individuals who Azriel trusted, beyond his own family. Nuala and Cerridwen would be counted within his familial circle, after all they had endured together. Having met under the tyranny of service under former High Lord of Night. The pair had taken Azriel under their wing, had helped him to harden his heart during those years so that he could not be stabbed right through it.

They had protected him, and in turn, he them.

Regretfully, as he considered them sisters, so would they tease him as such.

The trio walked in silence for a few moments, and Azriel breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that the topic of the middle Archeron had been dropped.

It was a foolish wish, of course.

“She cares for you,” Cerridwen prompted, her soft voice like silk being weaved into the clear sky, as gentle as a tide soaking the sand.

Azriel said nothing, even as his pulse began to beat louder in his ears, his heart a touch too fast in his chest.

“It does not matter,” he answered flatly, even as he tried to control the flurry of his thoughts. Beat back the small flame of hope igniting in his chest.

A flash of her eyes in front of him, deep and brown and crinkling lovely in the morning sun as she approached him, dancing on bare feet in the swaying grass. Pink skirts the same color as the blush across her cheeks and nose as she laughed with him, drank tea with him, shared her dreams with him.

“But who does she spend her time with?” Nuala chimed in, her voice a bit sharper than her sister’s, a bit more insistent. “Who has been with her through this hell?”

This time he looked to the Sidra to his right, and saw a reflection of the first time he had carried her over the threshold of the townhouse. She had felt weightless in his arms, as if her heart had indeed been ripped from her and left over that godsforsaken wall.

“Even if she was not mated, she does not deserve a life tied to me. To all that I have done.”

“Azriel,” Cerridwen caught up to him, placing a nearly translucent hand on his shoulder. Even in its sheerness, he could feel her warmth. “You are a good male. None of us chose this life for ourselves. And if you love her…”

“No,” Azriel shook his head, but could not bare to break away from Cerridwen’s gentle touch. “There are too many things between us, it is not possible.”

Nuala came to stand next to her sister, although she did not touch him. She did not express her fondness in that way.

“Has love not overcome the impossible before?” She posed to him.

Azriel closed his eyes, and let himself imagine it for a moment. A life built of quiet moments, a love built on friendship. An eternity of her hand in his.

“Do not give up,” Cerridwen urged, her voice barely a whisper next to his ear. “Do not give up, if you truly love her.”

He found himself nodding slowly. A man possessed by a stubborn hope that had always refused to die in him.

Nuala brought him back.

“And we will train her. For her alone, as she wishes,” the elder twin reassured him. “And we will protect her, as if she were our own sister.”

Azriel’s eyes softened at that. At the devotion the two wraiths already showed Elain. And he knew that they would protect her with their lives.

“Thank you,” he said softly, as a strong breeze rustled through the trees around them, sweeping his dark hair from his forehead.

Cerridwen lifted her hand from his shoulder to wave her fingers in the sudden breeze.

“Our people say that strong gusts such as this are the tides of fate shifting,” she said, her dark eyes alight with a spark of mischief.

“May it be so,” Nuala prayed, pressing two fingers to her lips.

Azriel offered up his own silent benediction to the gods above. Not for fate’s sake, but a prayer of protection for the fae female about to take her life by the reins. A prayer his mother had whispered under her breath at each end of their weekly hours together.

“Keep her safe.”

He must have spoken this out loud, as the two twins nodded in unison before him.

“I think she may surprise us all,” Cerridwen said lightly. “She is a kingslayer after all.”

Nuala nodded slowly in acquiescence.

“She may end up being the one to protect you, spymaster,” the younger wraith continued, taking her sister’s hand, as they turned to fade back into the darkness of the shadows beyond.

Azriel had no doubts to the truth of this. He could sense her power, her greatness like a small ember inside of her. Quietly growing.

She had already ended a war once. What else could she accomplish, if her power was allowed to flourish?

Only the fates knew. And perhaps, Elain herself.

He set back to walking, as the moon began to make its descent in the sky. No hope of returning to his bed and finding sleep, as so much loomed on their horizon.

His shadows echoing her name in his ear with each step he took, hoping that each one was someone bringing him closer to her. To an impossible future, but one he could dream of nonetheless.

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elainsweetcobalt · 1 year

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Elaine kingslayer 🗡️🌸🌸

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meduzzas2 · 2 years

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Elain's best friends in all their glory, Nuala and Cerridwen 🌑💕

I really want to see more of them 🛐

#nuala and cerridwen #acotar fanart #elain archeron #fanart #elriel forever #pro elain #pro elriel #elriel #elain fanart #elain art #elriel fanart

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impossiblescissorspeachpaper · 2 years

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The Heart of a Wanderer: Letters

A collection of letters from Elain to her family throughout her travels across Prythian. Set in my THOAW universe.

Elain Week Day Five: travel & adventure

Dear Nesta,

I hope you are well and have continued your training with the Valkyries. I am writing to you from the sandy shores of Adriata, where I’m almost certain I’ve eaten my body weight in gelato. It really is beautiful here but so odd that it is eternal summer, all year round! It would have been splendid back when we were human, the winters always were the hardest.

Sometimes I sit and think about how far we have come from our little cottage in the mortal lands. How drab even the most magnificent of manors below the wall now seems. I wonder if I would have ever been granted the opportunity to travel and see all the wonderful things I’ve seen if I had wed a human Lord’s son. Thank the Mother I didn’t.

I have just arrived at the Summer Court after travelling through Day for longer than I had anticipated. Helion was kind enough to escort me here on his golden chariot pulled by his Pegasus— such a stunning creature! He claimed he needed to consult with Tarquin about some business or another, but I think he just wanted to show off his magnificent Meallan. But I think you would love it there. Helion has a great number of libraries, they’re far beyond anything I have ever seen! I fear if you ever visit, we may never see you again! We’d surely lose you to the labyrinth of books Helion houses in his court.

But Adriata really is lovely, it’s such a shame Cassian isn’t allowed back here. I would have loved to spend family holidays on the beach. Perhaps I can convince Varian to speak to Tarquin to have him consider rescinding the order on Cassian’s banishment? He does seem like a truly charming male.

How is Cassian, by the way? I know it is spring time back home. Please remind him that I made extra batches of the herbal tincture for his allergies before I left, the vials are in the far-right cabinet of the kitchen at Feyre’s. Just three drops in his morning coffee will do.

Anyway, I’m sending a few books I found whilst perusing the Day markets alongside this letter, I hope you enjoy them. One of them is rather scandalous!

All my love,

Elain.

P.S. Tell Cassian not to bother trying to replacing any pots he may break in my garden. I’ll know.

My Dearest Feyre,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! And Happy Solstice to everyone back home. I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you for your special day, but I know Rhys will have planned plenty of special surprises for you! I’m spending the Winter Solstice with Vivian and Kallias. They have been so gracious, showing me around their Winter palace and the grounds beyond. I’ll have to remember to write to Morrigan and thank her for her good word to them on my behalf.

The sleighs here are pulled by darling creatures, bears and wolves and reindeer! And they wear adorable little vests! Can you believe it? They are so clever! I think when I return to Velaris, I’d like a pet.

Everything here looks like a sparkling, diamond wonderland. It truly is breathtaking, particularly at sunrise when the light reflects off the ice just so. I do miss the flowers, however. Everything here is all covered in snow.

How is my precious Nyx? I hope he is sleeping better these days and not keeping you up too often at night. Although if he’s anything like his father, it would possibly be his favourite time of the day and wouldn’t want to miss seeing the stars.

I sent my Solstice gifts to Rhysand last week to add to the pile for hiding. I hope the little onesies I sent Nyx still fit him, I managed to find a style in the Dawn Court that have little openings for wings! You cannot imagine how difficult it has been to find them, considering there are so many winged fae in the world.

Well, dear sister, I must leave you for now. But give a big kiss to Nyx from his aunty Lain and send my love to everyone back home. I miss you today, more than ever.

Love always,

Elain

Nuala & Cerridwen,

Well, you were indeed correct about the Dawn Court. The loveliest sunrises have been here so far! And the palace on the Eastern shore faces out toward the Continent. On clear days I swear I can almost see across the entire expanse of ocean to the lands on the other side. With any luck, I’ll be heading there by ship soon.

But I wanted to let you both know about a vision I had. I am unsure if it means anything but just in case it is of importance to Az the network, I thought I should let you know. I saw an autumn leaf wither and fall to the earth, I saw a giant hound’s paw crushing it, mincing it further into the dirt. I then saw the silhouette of a female running. However, she didn’t seem to be fleeing, but rather…flying? As if finally set free.

I have thoughts about what these images could mean, but in case of unwelcome interceptions of this letter, I shall not put into words my deductions. I know you both will understand my meaning.

I miss you both terribly. Thesan’s scullery maid taught me a new recipe for braided lavender bread! We’ll have to trial it out once I’m back home. I have it written down on a card in my knapsack.

Stay safe and look after one another,

Elain xo

Rhysand,

How are you, dear brother? I hope my sister and nephew have kept you smiling, and all is well in Velaris.

I am currently in the human realm below the wall. I will only be spending a few days with Queen Vassa and her court before sailing off to the Continent. However, as requested, I journeyed through the Spring Court on my travels here.

As you suspected, the beastly High Lord has still not emerged from his self-inflicted ostracism and his lands fall into further disarray. I am afraid your visits thus far with him have been fruitless.

I didn’t go searching for him, as promised, but murmurings on the roads travelled led me to believe that his people have lost faith in his leadership. They fear infiltration from bordering Courts as well as enemies from across the seas. There are now whisperings of assembling guerrilla groups of local fae for protection against such invasions.

I truly hope it doesn’t come to that. And if it does, I hope we can provide refuge for as many faeries that reside in his lands as we can.

Take care please, Rhys. And until I return, enjoy winning the family chess tournaments. We all know who the real Inner Circle chess champion is. Enjoy your reign while it lasts, old man.

Sending all my love,

Elain

Oh! P.S. If Nyx is particularly fussy in the next few weeks it will be a little growth spurt in his wings. I have a special salve that will relieve the ache. Cassian and Azriel usually fight over it- ask one of them where they would have left it. Ahh the perks of being an all-knowing Seer.

Darling Morrigan,

Thank you for putting in a kind word with Kallias and Vivian for me. The Solstice I spent with them was truly magical. They send their regards, as does Vivian’s sister.

They introduced me to a drink, a Winter Court specialty, they claimed. It is made with whiskey, a cinnamon quill, orange slices and honey. It’s delightfully warming. They also told me you were the curator of such a drink many many years ago. And that you all went on a spree of sorts after imbibing in one too many of them in your youths… Why Morrigan, I never saw you for one to place bets on sleigh races! Remind me to ask you of your adventures when I return. I feel as if I have centuries to catch up on.

I plan to travel to the mortal lands soon, and then onto Montesere and then Vallahan. If you are still visiting on the Continent for your duties as emissary and find yourself there in the coming weeks, perhaps we could see each other.

Anyway, I should be on my way. I hope Amren hasn’t been too cranky of late, I left Summer only a few days ago and Varian mentioned he had been extremely busy the last couple months. She can get quite scary when he isn’t around, don’t you think?

Miss you all.

Elain

Elain,

The past months have not been the same without you. I thought avoiding you would be best, but in truth it’s been complete anguish.

I miss your warm smile, your long hair that I find everywhere even after your gone, the soft lullaby’s you hum to Nyx, the adorable way your nose scrunches when you berate Cassian when his wings knock over your potted flowers. I miss your sweet laugh and your enchanting scent. I found jasmine oils in the Palace of Hoof and Leaf and have been adding them into my bath each morning. It is said jasmine has a relaxing effect on the mind. It’s not the same, but it helps me feel a little closer to you.

My shadows intercepted all the letters you sent to our family. And I noticed that I was absent from all of them. Do you truly not think of me?

I know I hurt you, I should never have never left you that night, but—

Azriel groaned, crumpling up the parchment in his hands. The scars on the back on his palms stretching as he closed his fist around the umpteenth letter he had attempted to write to Elain. All undelivered. All now reduced to ash in his fireplace. The same fate this one would meet too, no doubt.

She’d left months and months ago. And all their family had received numerous correspondence about her adventures throughout her travels. But not him. She hadn’t written to him once.

He couldn’t blame her.

He sighed, raking a hand through his hair and tossing the unfinished letter across the room into the crackling hearth. Gods, he missed her. The ache around his heart coiled tighter, leaving an empty feeling in his belly.

He slumped heavily into the chair behind his desk.

Come home Elain, he pleaded silently.

Just, come home.

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