My Darling, Cathyrena

What if Rhysand had a child with Amarantha while he was imprisoned Under the Mountain?
(One he never knew about..?)

There is desire in the familiar ache of agony. There is a sort of comfort in spilled blood that drip from walls.
Cathyrena pressed the magenta lipstick to her Mother's lips. Watching the brush stain pale skin and dress up a monster in angel clothing. Her jewels shimmered and shined with a type of mocking cruelty.

There is a moment where she wonders what color Amarantha would bleed if she were to stab her in the eye.

That night, the same violet dress Cathyrena matched her lips with laid in the empty bedroom floor. It's star-like gems still intact. The bed covers wrinkled and pillows thrown. Amarantha liked to have Rhysand in the brightest of Night when the Moon was full.

She picked up the fabric softly. She had noticed the High Lord of Night scent mixed with her Mother's.

Her indigo eyes flickered back to the mattress where he was raped.

She wondered if he liked the dress.

Cathyrena has all the worst traits of her parents. Darkness and Murder. But, what if she inherited all their best ones too?
Its a shame Amarantha doesn't have any.