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𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 

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𝟑 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧

╰┈˚ · ° .   IT HAD NEVER BEEN A SECRET the fact that Spring Court never resonated with me, but I had come to realize that in the last few weeks, it felt entirely different from before.

The only thing that I could pin-point that had not in fact changed after our return from Under the Mountain was the always-present flower scented perfume of the Court and the spring color themed palette.

Busy with many duties, Tamlin spent the majority of his time juggling between rebuilding structures, meeting with the guards and sentinels, making sure that his people were back in their homes safely, killing the remaining creature from Amarantha's reign still roaming free around his land... everything had the same intent. Raising Spring Court back to its past and fallen glory.

It would have been an amazing thing— a High Lord taking good care of his people and Court it's nothing but worthy of praise— but his duties contrasted with his personal life. Or at least, he made sure that they did since he buried himself with so many assignments, cutting his time short and successfully ignoring his own lover, who had spent months of torture just to save him. And all of a sudden, Tamlin's love for Feyre just seemed like an obsession. Keeping her safe and protected with all his might, were his excuse to keep her away from everything and everyone.

Feyre was quickly falling apart. The weight of her choice Under The Mountain heavily influenced her day to day life. Her eyes started to sunken slowly, dark circles shadowing her blue eyes. Her cheekbones and jaw showed more sharpness as her body weight started to decrease.

And when she wasn't alone, she tried to cover everything up with a fake smile that could have fooled many people but not me.

My sister, her safety and most of all happiness, were my main worries. She was not happy. In any way I could, that I knew, I tried to lift her spirit up, help her, soothing the guilt eating at her heart. Talking about it didn't seem to help, so I distracted her with nonsense until her eyes called for comfort. I changed it with silence, sitting on her bed with her head on my lap stroking her golden-brown hair, braiding it and untying it multiple times. Sometimes for hours humming under my breath the melody that soothed me in the dark cells of The Temple.

But nothing seemed to help Feyre.

Even Lucien was not spared from the new behaviors. He had lost much of his own individuality to follow every order his High Lord commanded. His normal witty replies suppressed and changed to somewhat simple acknowledgement of orders enforced. His slyness, curiosity and entire distinct personality seemed to have faded away without the fox mask to back them up.

It hadn't been not even a full day after our return that I noticed the armor-cladded fae, with weapons at ready, shadowing my every step.

I was sure that they were meant to be passed unobserved but it was quite a hard task to do if they continued to wear the chunky guard armors that made that much noise. And they were even worse at staying hidden.

Not that I would have not noticed them anyway.

And still, I did not utter a word about it. Choosing to keep the precarious peace over an argument that would not lead anywhere. It was stark the way my presence was not seen very well. Fear welled in everyone's eyes as they caught sight of me. And the question in their mind was clear. Under the Mountain my hand delivered pain, blood and death to many. I had fought Amrantha's creature like it had been a game, the discovery of my training as an assassin of The League had sparked way more fear that anyone cared to admit. And I was human then. But not anymore. I had taken my own life but my time had not ended. I had risen from the red stained marble floor of the throne room with pointy ears, a newfound beating heart and fae blood coursing through my veins. And I had slayed a tyrant queen.

What could I do now that I wasn't bound anymore by the fragility of a human body?

I understood the fear and worry. I myself did not know. So I stayed silent and let the guard, always with a hand ready on their sword, follow after me.

The night seemed way longer, nightmares plagued my mind, haunting my dreams with vicious images.

I couldn't remember the last time I had a full night of sleep. But it had never arrived to the point where I was afraid of falling back asleep. Well, that was until now. Because Feyre, Elain and Nesta followed me there. Back to Under the Mountain, in the dark cave that Amarantha had chosen as her room for amusement.

I had performed many times tortures for her before fae, faeries and High Lord alike during the past three months, but the room stained with blood and wandering souls hidden away for her personal gory pleasure, had marked my mind as well as my heart. A chair in the middle, the victim of my blade replaced with one of my sisters, wailing and screaming, shouting my name with a raspy voice and tear filled pleading eyes.

And I would utter four words. Words that kept me sane, justified my action other than the love that I had for my sisters.

No one is innocent.

And then, with a swift motion of my hand, I would cut their throat like I had done with mine.

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˗ˏˋ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ˊˎ˗

Hello everyone!

Welcome back guys!! 

I'm back and with new a book cover. Let me know what you think of it pls! 

I know that this is a short chapter (Most of this act will be since its the period after under the Mountain and before ACOMAF)

This is a short but intense chapter filled with information on how she sees now the Spring Court and how the others are acting.

Many things will happen in this act, I hope that you are ready!

Anyways, thank you for reading this chapter, I'll see you on Thursday!

˚ · ° . 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞 . ° · ˚

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𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲

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– 𝐋𝐨𝐥𝐚 ☾