A Court of Lies and Secrets | ACOTAR fanfic [Girl x Girl]

The End?

I leap straight onto the bed and snake an arm around the side of my bedside.

"Here." I try to hold in a smile as she takes the journal in her hands, towering over me as she stands beside the bed I'm sat atop.

"Pretty sure I've already seen these... they look awfully familiar." She flips through the pages of the old sketches and I roll my eyes.

She finally gets to the final pages with drawings she's never seen. Some, surprisingly, don't consist of the slender female before me, but the many places we've visited together. Landscapes of the library, café and even Montesere which I expected her to hate.

"They're all beautiful." She goes to hand the book back to me after a while of tracing each line of every drawing. I snap my hands behind my back and shake me head.

"It's yours. I've finished it."

"Al-"

"I'm thinking of starting another. A second edition filled with more memories from here onwards. And then another after that and another after that and-"

"Ok, ok, I get it. It sounds perfect," she smiles and slowly presses her lips against mine, "thank you."

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Renae found a perfect place to keep the book in her room, which she then declared to be 'our room' and I was to move all of my things across the hall. That was probably the most sane thing she said, until she rambled about finding our own place. Far too soon for that.

I managed to shut her up by agreeing and pulling her mouth against my own– the most effective method, I found.

We spent the rest of the day in Velaris. Visiting the book shop immediately for a new journal. A blank second edition to our story, which I cannot wait to fill.

We visit new places too. More landscapes and memories of Renae for the journal.

By the time the sun begins to set and I feel the all-too-familiar pull of sleep, we're back at the house and I'm buzzing with the anticipation of drawing every single idea I've had today. I decide to save those memories locked up safely for tomorrow as I climb into bed beside an already passed out Renae.

Her room is very similar to mine but a larger bed and bathing room with a larger tub and storage for clothes. Basically everything is bigger and better than my old room.

I sit and listen to the heavy breaths of my mate and my skin tingles at the thought of getting to listen to that sound every night for the rest of my life. Getting to sleep beside this endearing and beautiful female for as long as our love lasts– for eternity.

Thank you. I mutter to the Cauldron. To fate. To the surrounding shadows. To I-don't-care-who. I want everyone and everything to know how happy I am, how grateful I am to be blessed with someone so perfect.

I almost believe I've drifted off to sleep listening to Renae. Until I realise the stars that sparkle amongst the darkness and that this room shouldn't be this dark. The moonlight is no longer visible through the window at my side and I can't see or feel Renae.

These shadows are all too familiar. From the sight to the scent, I know who's powers these are.

"Missed me?" A voice amidst the darkness. I reach to pinch the flesh of my arm and feel a great shock of pain. Not a dream.

As expected, a figure forms through the shadows and I'm immediately met with the hand of Ginerva against my mouth. Silencing any noise. Her shadows entangle with my limbs and prevent me from moving– from reaching for my mate.

The shadows thicken around me and the flashes of stars are more blinding than beautiful. I can hear her muttering foreign words. Probably luring me into one of her mesmerising trances.

My throat begins to close and I almost believe she might be killing me. Found her way inside the house, inside Velaris, or even Prythian for that matter, just to end my life for ruining hers and her daughter's. A life for a life I imagine to be floating around her mind.

I can feel her shadows coursing through my veins, controlling every beat of my heart and every movement of every muscle, every nerve. Her hands griping at everything vital for keeping me alive. She could end it all right here. She could mutter a single order to her shadows and stop my heart from beating or my lungs from demanding breaths. I almost believe this is it until the shadows are pulled gracefully out of every pore– loosening it's grip on me from the inside.

I'm left confused when she leaves. Vanishes is more like it. The only evidence she were even here is the dizziness left behind by her captivating darkness.

It takes me a while to realise the dark marks lining my wrist and palm. Like the typical Night court marks that I've noticed on Rhysand and Feyre and some of the others. I never asked about their marks but they're more delicate than the thing upon my own flesh.

The harsh lines aren't at all delicate and look more like scars and scrapes. Two rings are intertwined with each other, surrounded by jagged edges and uneven lines.

I hope running my hand over it will make is vanish. I even splash water over it– but nothing.

I don't know what it is or what it signifies, but it's linked with Ginerva, so as far as I'm concerned, it can't be good.

And that's it! The final chapter...

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