A/NThe first and most likely the majority of this chapter is going to be pulled directly from ACOWAR, those parts shall be Italicized. I DO NOT OWN ACOWAR, OR THE CHARACTERS, that privilege goes SJM.
Also, this shall be written w/ the help of @SJM_addict so be sure to show her lots of love!!!!!
Anyway, enjoy my depraved fic!!!
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The first test would be the most dangerous— and informative.
Passing through the guards stationed at the edge of the camp—and
learning if they'd heard of Ianthe's demise. Learning what sort of power
Ianthe truly wielded here.
I kept my features in that beatific, pretty mask she'd always plastered
on her face, head held just so, my mating ring turned facedown
and put onto my other hand, a few silver bracelets Azriel had borrowed
from the camp priestess dangling at my wrists. I let them jangle loudly,
as she had, like a cat with a bell on its collar.
A pet—I supposed Ianthe was no more than a pet of the king.
I couldn't see Azriel, but I could feel him, as if the Siphon parading
itself as Ianthe's jewel was a tether. He dwelled in every pocket of shadow,
darting ahead and behind.
The six guards flanking the camp entrance monitored Ianthe, strutting
out of the dark, with unmasked distaste. I steadied my heart, became
her, preening and coy, vain and predatory, holy and sensual.
They did not stop me as I walked past them and onto the long avenue
that cut through the endless camp. Did not look confused or expectant.
I didn't dare let my shoulders slump, or even heave a sigh of utter
relief. Not as I headed down the broad artery lined by tents and forges,
fires and—and things I did not look at, did not even turn toward as the
sounds coming out of them charged at me.
This place made the Court of Nightmares seem like a human
sitting room filled with chaste maidens embroidering pillows.
And somewhere in this hell-pit ... Elain. Had the Cauldron presented
her to the king? Or was she in some in-between, trapped in whatever
dark world the Cauldron occupied?
I'd seen the king's tent in Nesta's scrying. It had not seemed as far
away as it did now, rising like a gargantuan, spiny beast from the center
of the camp. Entrance to it would present another set of obstacles.
If we made it that far without being noticed.
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To The Dreams That Aren't Always Answered
FanfictionThis fic is based on what would happen if Feyre was captured in the Hybern camp in chapter 65 of ACOWAR, so obviously spoilers fue that. Disclaimer: I don't own the ACOTAR series or characters, just the plot not from the books. Also this fic may in...