𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕆𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 ¦ 𝔽𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕪𝕤 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕞

𝚁𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚎

Fenrys watched the boy disappear as Gavriel broke the wax seal and read the message scribbled down on the piece of parchment. 

Gavriel swore, causing Fenrys to finally look at him and the letter in his hand, looking over the other males shoulder, Fenrys heart stopped in his chest at the word written in a familiar handwriting, the words were etched in the old Fae language, Gavriel read the words to him, 

"Maeve's Armada going to Eyllwe, and Brielle is coming to Erilea" he breathes, his eyes traced down the rest of the page to the words written in the common tongue, 

Maeve knows.

Fenrys wasn't sure he nor Gavriel were breathing properly, this changes things. 

"It doesn't make any sense why Maeve would let her leave," Gavriel's features were pinched in confusion, 

"The sooner she's here with us the better" Fenrys couldn't bare the thought of Brielle, his mate being stuck in Doranelle with Maeve, now the Queen had made it known she knew about them

"Yes, but why?" Gavriel asked again, folding the piece of paper and shoving it into a pocket inside his cloak,

Fenrys didn't know, or care particularly why his mate was coming across to Erilea, but he knew she would end up seeing them sooner or later, 

"That is something we can deal with later right now lets just go find this self proclaimed pirate lord, we may be able to use the information of Maeve's Armada to persuade him into giving up Lorcan's whereabouts"

The streets of skulls bay were quiet as night drew closer, people snuggled up inside the warmth of their shacked homes, so none looked on as the two Fae males moved through their streets, invisible to those who didn't so much as look their way.

Finding lodgings was easy, everything was pretty well signposted, Fenrys had to hand it to this Rolfe guy, he had efficiently run this place. The last he had heard of this man, was a few years ago from Brielle one of her spies had caught wind of Rolfe losing out on a huge amount of profit of a couple ships full with slaves, Brielle had ranted to him about it for weeks, because if she had known she would have got the slaves out, but a couple Assassins from Adarlan had beaten her to it. Brielle had managed to get the name of the male Assassin, Fenrys wracked his brain for a name but none came to mind, but Brielle had tried tracking the pair down, but the Assassins guild had been pretty tight lipped about their employees from what he could remember.

He wondered what Rolfe would do now if he knew word of his humiliation was known all the way to Doranelle, Fenrys doubted he would care all to much, but still the thought crossed his mind and with a smirk he continued to follow Gavriel.

Meeting with the Pirate Lord of Skulls bay was much easier then trying to convince him to talk, Fenrys was grinding down his teeth by the time the conversations was coming to an end, 

"I have not heard anything about who you're looking for" Rolfe had spoken to them, leaning back into his chair and clasping together his two gloved hands, sending a relaxed stare to each of them

Gavriel and Fenrys shared an identical look.

"I will thank you for the warning, and for that I can offer you a couple days stay in your lodging free of charge until you are ready to depart"

Oh how Fenrys would love to leave Brielle in a room with this man, by the look of Gavriel's face, he was thinking the same thing, but atlas their meeting did not amount to much as they left to venture back to their lodgings.

"That man will get himself backed into a corner in this war if he continues on like that" Gavriel said while they began to settle down for the night.

Stripped of weapons for the night the two Fae male warriors lay awake, as the darkness of the night consumed the room they slept in, Fenrys couldn't help but think of his other half, who was almost half a world away, but she was coming for them and that was all that mattered to him while he close his eyes and let darkness take over him, welcoming the memories of her that visited him when he slept.

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Brielle lowered herself down into the cave hidden by the darkness of night, the dwindling light not helping in any way as she tried to navigate herself through the caverns, knowing fully well where to go she let memory guide her, a hand pressed to the moss coated wall as she ventured in. The little she could see was all down to her Fae sight, not much had changed and soon she was coming across a chest sat in the middle, a pool of moonlight shining through a hole in the caves roof.

Stalking across Brielle crouched down next to the wooden and brass chest, blowing away the dust layer on it lids, she pried her fingers into the grooves, pulling on the lid, it didn't budge at first but giving it a heave, she grunted in effort, but the lid gave a resounding crack as it snapped open.

Throwing the lid back until it hung on its own, Brielle brushed her dust covered hands off on her trouser leg, narrowed eyes scanning the contents, it was just as it had been left, huge amounts of paper, scrolls and books laid around the bottom pit of the chest, leaning over the edge and into it Brielle grabbed for a couple of the books, heaving them up and over the edge she dumped them before turning back into the contents, grabbing for a folder of pages all thrown together, most of the pages over hundreds of years old.

Brielle rested it in her lap, rubbing a thumb over the familiar symbol of the lions paw print. Shoving that quickly into her bag as well, Brielle sat back up and pulled the lid across the chest once more, holding a hand across a lock  of magic began to form as she willed it too, weaving like the stems of a rose bush around the chest.

Once it was encased enough for her to being wholly satisfied, Brielle gathered her things and began to venture to the entrance of the caverns once more. Isaiah waited for her, seeing her emerge he rose from his place sat on a rock, a small smile on his lips.

Swinging the pack from her shoulder, Brielle reached inside for the folder with the Lion's  paw printed on the front, she didn't want to hand this over, but it was a necessary sacrifice for what she fear may be inevitable now.

Isaiah knew what this folder meant, and what she wanted him to do, Teyra was doing her part and the letter she sent out would be arriving soon. It was time for him to do the same. His part in this, Brielle trusted to him the most, no other Fae male she had met could do this, she was trusting him with and she knew him too well to know he would get this done by any means necessary. 

As her longest friend and ally, Isaiah knew the importance of this, read her demeanor like an open text on a book.

They all had a part to play in this fight, Brielle had known how that was to be the moment one of the mightiest Kingdoms fell and Maeve refused to do anything. Brielle was not like the women she served, she couldn't sit back and let others fight her battles for her. If her brother, Mate and friends were fighting then so was she, and if that meant getting her hands a little dirty in the process then so be it.

Isaiah wrapped his arms around her as a goodbye, squeezing her tight against him, 

"This will work, Boss" he muttered to her, 

"I god damn hope so" she didn't mean for her voice to sound so broken.

Pulling from him Brielle wiped away a quick tear and gestured for him to go, he obliged the order quickly, hoping onto the back of the horse which had brought them both this far, Turning towards the coastline that lay between her and her mate Brielle looked outwards to the setting sun, 

So be it all, if this was what she had to do for that world with Fenrys, where they could raise their children in the house he could build for them, then she would do anything, no amount of water will keep her from him. She had to see him before it all clashed at once, seeing the faint edged of Erilea Brielle sucked in a breath at the reminder of her task.

Her spies had heard word of what it was exactly Aelin of the Wildfire was offering everybody. A free world. 

Brielle was going to help her get that, no matter the cost.