PERSEPHONE;
After Feyre's meeting, Jurian introduces me to two of his friends. He tells me that they have a place, a place for us to stay, a place for the exiles. We winnow there, to the sprawling manor in the woods, a home in the mortal lands and we begin again.
I spend the passing days sitting in the reading nook in the living room. I don't speak. I don't eat. I watch the forest outside as the green melts into brown, as the earth forgets how beautiful spring is.
I try to forget the ache in my heart. I try to forget him.
TAMLIN;
Winter approaches and I stalk the woods.
I am always the beast now. I hunt, I roar, and I ignore the pain in my chest.
I made the right decision. Persephone and Jurian will forget me, as spring goes into winter, as the days and years pass by. They never truly loved me. No one can love a beast.
Perhaps Feyre did.
Perhaps she ruined me.
I stalk the woods until no animal dares step foot into my frozen, empty lands. I become gaunt and hungry.
This pain is worse than war.
But at least this way, I won't get hurt again.
Never again.
END OF BOOK ONE.
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A Court of Curse and Roses; acotar
FanfictionPersephone, heartbroken and overwhelmed with newfound power, mistakingly winnows herself into the heart of the broken Spring Court. Thrust into a flurry of High Lords, unrequited mates, and the oncoming war against Hybern, Persephone must decide who...
