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A Court of Tangled Flames - Chapter Eight

Eris allowed himself three seconds of panic and no more than that before he unlocked the front door. The three Valkyries were squealing once more. Their high pitched squeals were mixed with a snort then a loud cackle of laughter. How the noise hadn’t sent the smokehounds to insanity, he did not know. He inhaled one long breath, then forced it out of his lungs.

‘That was fast,’ Nesta remarked as he entered the living room. Worry flashed over her features, but she did not move to him. No, Nesta stepped closer to her friends, an arm spreading out like a shield. ‘Eris?’

‘We were spotted at the temple.’

Her beautiful face bleached of colour.

‘There are two options.’ Eris steadied his breathing. Time was not on their side but he had to remain calm for the sake of these three females. Even if he wanted to disappear until the storm was over, he had to find a way through it for their sakes. ‘I can winnow you to the Summer Court and we feign ignorance to my father but it can put Orla and Niamh at risk of interrogation. They’ll be the first people he’d expect me to bring you to. There is no guarantee Tarquin won’t hand you back to the Night Court either.’

Nesta’s face was contemplative, mulling over that option. She’d like the Summer Court with its endless crystal-blue waters and warm days. Often, Eris had caught Nesta reading in windowsills, turning her face towards the sun like a cat. But he was selfish and wanted her here.

‘The second option is that we gain the upper hand. We go to my father and announce your presence. He will not want to lose you – he’s already intrigued by you. He will not give you up to the Night Court.’

‘The Blood Duel-’

‘They cannot invoke the Blood Duel. You are only Feyre’s sister. Cassian is nothing to you, just a regrettable fling. There is no lawful binding. Elain is Lucien’s mate. If they try for it, my father will trigger the Duel to bring Elain here. He delights in any reason to make Lucien's life more miserable. They will not run that risk, Nesta.’

Nesta had gone silent, eyes churning like storm clouds. Elain was precious to her. She wouldn’t want Elain anywhere near the Autumn Court. Yet, from what Eris gathered, Elain Archeron wanted nothing to do with Lucien either. It was a rancour in his heart that the Night Court had weighed up the two sisters. How could they not see that Nesta Archeron was a storm of a female, power and intellect in equal measure, a heart so fierce that they should have set the world on fire in their pursuit of her?

‘Which would you choose?’ The priestess directed her question to Eris, surprising him that she had bolstered her courage. Her copper hair was a trait of his court, but those teal eyes were not.

‘The latter. It is better to have Beron Vanserra standing at your side than against you.’

‘What will he do to me?’

The fear in Nesta’s grey eyes was real. Beron’s reputation was earned over centuries. He was a bully. Cruel. Vicious. But Beron was not sly, he preferred his intimidation to be expected and observed by all. Eris knew the way his father moved, knew him enough to ensure he never trod the same path. Beron never lied. He never did anything unexpected. He had no need for lies, he had no shame or limits.

‘Nothing. He will not touch you - if we are wed.’

He would have protected Morrigan as his wife, even if there was nothing between them except their fathers’ alliance, Eris would not have allowed any to touch her. Archaic and vile, the law was firm at least that a wife belonged to her husband. Thanks to her decision to bed Cassian, Eris had never been given the chance to protect Mor and so he did what he could by leaving her in the woods, knowing the shadow singer was on their tail searching for her too. It was all he could offer her in the way of kindness.

‘Marriage?’ The Illyrian blurted in horror, brown eyes wide. ‘Was this your plan all along?’

No, but it should have been. He should have married Nesta the moment she’d set foot in his court as an extra protection but he hadn’t wanted to terrify her. ‘We don’t have time to debate the merits of each plan. The Night Court is coming. Gwyn and Emerie are safe here. Their presence here is not known. Nesta, I will do everything in my power to keep you from the Night Court but I can only protect you from my father as my wife.’

‘Gwyn and Emerie will be safe. You must promise me that.’

‘I promise.’ And he was honest with that. If anything happened to these two females, Nesta would never forgive him. That was unthinkable. ‘But I need one of them for the next part of my plan. We don’t just gain the upper hand on the Night Court, we twist the narrative.’

***

It was a rushed affair. Nesta didn’t have time to consider her decision. Her mind whirled with horror over the prospect of being dragged back to Velaris where her life was ruled by another. The thought of being trapped into the House of Wind once more made her dizzy. The House had been kind to her, but it was a place that Nesta could not leave. Rhysand had kept her there then trotted her out when her power was needed. Although she loved Feyre, Nesta would always be forced to bow and bend her knee to her sister and her mate. She could not do it. Could not live a life with Mor baring her teeth and Cassian choosing his friend over Nesta. Couldn’t be locked away when she’d expressed an opinion they did not appreciate. The threat of constant discipline as if she was no more than a petulant child panicked her enough to choose Eris. Worse was how she’d slip back into old habits in the house, the drowning noise of her regrets her only company when she was alone. Those thoughts had hardly made an appearance in the Autumn Court while she was kept busy with her own interests.

Nesta pulled on a white nightgown – having nothing else that colour - and drew a thin, white scarf around her shoulders to cover more of her skin then she and Eris winnowed to a temple. He was gentle with her, lacing his fingers with her own.

It wasn’t the wedding she envisioned for herself. Her mother was likely rolling in her grave at the lack of fanfare. There were no guests, just one elderly priest who obliged Eris’ frantic request for a wedding. The shake of his voice betrayed his worry that he fought so hard to bury.

Their vows were said hurriedly, Nesta not really taking in the repeated words spilling from her tongue in her state of numbness. She was marrying Eris Vanserra. A male she had only really known for a handful of days – if she even knew him at all.

‘I vow to protect you, to love you, to worship you, and to always be at your side. As the Mother is my witness, I am forever yours,’ he said, amber eyes holding hers with a swirling intensity.

A warmth slid around her hand then a delicate wreath of golden vines inked itself onto her ring finger. A matching one was upon Eris.

Husband and wife.

Back at the house, they had barely enough time for Nesta to slip into a dark green dress and unravel her braided hair so it flowed in waves around her as was common in the court. Eris pinned it with jewels from a jewellery box in the bedroom so her pointed ears could still be viewed, demonstrating her status as high fae.

Emerie and Gwyn hugged her tightly then the world was shifting once more.

‘The Forest House,’ Eris murmured, gesturing to the oak panelled walls they found themselves facing.

His warm hands were on her, adjusting her dress to ensure it fit well to her body. The same once over was given to his outfit. They had to be immaculate for the High Lord.

A hand enclosed around her trembling one.

‘I need you to play your part here. Be ruthless. Be Autumn. Be mine.’ He squeezed her hand. ‘I will lie. To my father, to Rhysand. I will lie about you - never to you. I need you to trust me through this.’

‘I’m going to be sick.’

‘You’re not,’ he said, caressing her cheek tenderly. ‘You will stand at my side, never in my shadow, never in another’s shadow again. You are Nesta Vanserra. Nobody rules you.’

Nesta repeated those words to herself as Eris led her down the corridors towards Beron’s rooms. There were many sentries and servants but not one made a single noise as they ploughed forwards. Beron’s intimidation was rooted deep into the heart of the Forest House.

Eris strode by the sentries with an arrogant sneer upon his face. It was an expression that Nesta had seen from him in the past, but not recently. A mask. He had to don his mask in front of his father. Nesta followed his suit. She steeled her spine and raised her chin. A female should likely be meek and quiet, but she had to be made of thorns in this place so none could stamp on her. She cut her path as if the Forest House had been made for someone like her, proud and unbreakable.

‘High Lord.’

At his desk, Beron whipped up his head. Eris bowed low and Nesta curtseyed. The male demanded respect even from his heir.

‘The Night Court have been seen on our borders.’

‘Because of this female?’

‘My wife.’

Beron’s brown eyes narrowed. There was a rugged handsomeness to him, but he lacked any warmth. Nesta imagined him more a king of winter, icy and unfeeling, rather than filled with passion and fire.

‘My son moves in shadow it seems.’

Eris kept his head pointed downwards in submission. ‘I wanted an heir inside of her before it became common knowledge, my lord. Our offspring will be a force to be reckoned with.’

‘Shrewd,’ he acknowledged, though Nesta cringed internally at how they spoke of her like cattle.

A hand, too hot to be pleasurable, gripped hers to examine the tattoo then the same scrutiny was extended to his son to ensure they were truly wed. That hadn’t quite settled with Nesta yet either.

‘And why do the Night Court come?’

‘To offer congratulations,’ said Eris with a gloating grin. ‘An opportunity to examine the Forest House veiled as a peaceful visit. A spy has infiltrated our court to gain knowledge of my marriage.’

‘The shadow singer?’

Eris gave a curt nod. Nesta would marvel later at how clinical he’d become. He had become a mirror of his father, no joy to be found in his expression, only cut-throat cunning. Lies were spun with no hesitation or foundations to grip to.

The sentries were addressed, with orders barked at them to ready the Forest House and line the throne room in anticipation of their hosts. One wrong move from the Night Court and none would walk out alive. They were headed towards slaughter. They expected to arrive and declare that Nesta had been stolen by Eris, but they would find a high lord who already knew her of presence in his court, a high lord who knew of his son’s marriage where they would not. She had to give Eris credit for how fast-thinking he was even if she could barely keep up.

Rhys, in his anguish, would be their ruin. They surely would not be foolish enough to threaten Beron in his own home.

In a surprise move, Beron was most wary about Azriel’s presence in his court. He did not underestimate his shadow singing abilities and demanded the most elite soldiers be pooled towards the great hall where they would be received.

‘Any sign of a shadow leaking out, kill him.’

On his father’s order, Eris went to head off the Night Court with a team of guards. Without a single look at Nesta, he departed, leaving her alone with Beron Vanserra.

The High Lord of Autumn examined her once more. He lingered too long on every feature for it to be polite, but Nesta held firm. She did not keep her head low as his son had, Nesta held his gaze, meeting it with the same simmering intensity that he offered her. A cloying scent of cloves and smoke came from the high lord as if he was smouldering from within.

‘What has made Eris rush in?’ He pondered. Nesta knew Beron did not want an answer from her. Females were to be meek, seen and not heard. A finger swept along her cheekbone. ‘His head is not turned by beauty. Intelligence and wit, sometimes, though he has a better control on his urges than most males.’

Beron’s hand gripped her chin painfully, turning her face from side to side.

Nesta thought of Gwyn and Emerie here in the Autumn Court – their survival hinged upon her and Eris getting through this meeting. She had to remain cold and aloof. Had to become the very heart of the Autumn Court, a female to match Beron’s severity.

‘My son is my own. Eris is swayed by power. He has met his match in you.’ Beron stood too close to her, his clothing grazing against her bare hands. Another intimidation tactic where he swallowed all of her space, pressed against a female that was not his to dominate. ‘You blazed like a fallen star in the war. Show me your magic.’

For months, Nesta leant into the whispers that her power had faded, encouraged it. It was a power she did not want. Her own petty revenge had resulted in it.

But the truth was that power was always desperate to break out. It pushed against the seams like a prisoner seeking freedom. It was a starving male craving a feast. An ache that was never sated.

And Nesta blazed again.

Beron threw himself to the side as silver flames erupted from her chest.

It was too much too quickly like a dam bursting. It scorched the tapestry upon the wall until it ripped. Broke the lapis pot and killed the plant growing within it. The window frosted over in crystalline white.

Nesta forced it away, forced it back into her depths to slumber, though the effort left her feeling sick and shaking.

She thought the high lord might strike her. He stared and stared, thunderous. He had never seen such a thing.

A trembling finger pressed against the ruined tapestry. It was likely ancient – a priceless piece of Autumn Court history that her unruly magic had destroyed.

‘It’s cold.’

The leaves of the plant hung over the edge of the broken pot, the leaves black and sagging where she’d killed it.

Beron’s hand held hers tight enough to hurt. He crushed her knuckles in his unrelenting grip.

‘Welcome to the family.’

***

‘You are walking into a trap.’

Eris’ slick voice sounded then he stepped out of the shadow of a tree. The sight of him made Cassian’s blood pound in his ears. He’d readied himself for battle. The demise of Eris Vanserra had been a long time coming, but more than bloodshed, Cassian was desperate to see Nesta for himself. He had to see her whole and unharmed. There was not a chance that Nesta would leave with him of her own accord. She was too clever to ever trust a viper like Eris.

‘You drew the line in the sand when you trespassed upon my land and stole Nesta.’

Eris shook his head, refusing to allow Rhys’ words to settle. ‘I saw a female crying out for help.’

‘How altruistic of you, Eris,’ Mor said, narrowing her brown eyes at him.

The male kept himself steady, a sneer not appearing on his face for once. If anything, Eris seemed patient. His body was not tense in the slightest, his hands were held out in a gesture of peace.

‘You are approaching the home of Beron Vanserra. Soldiers are on their way to escort you. Do you expect that he will roll out the welcome wagon for you? If you come here and demand a Blood Duel, my father will not engage in the folly. You will walk into an abattoir.’

Azriel seemed to give this pause, shadows darkening around him. Even Cassian knew they were on treacherous ground by willingly pushing on the Forest House without an invitation. Lucien had refused to be a part of it, knowing his life would be in danger the moment he stepped foot on the land; he, instead, returned to Velaris to remain near Elain in case there was truth in Eris’ words.

‘My father knows you are here. There is no denying that. You have a pregnant mate waiting for you at home, Rhysand. To avoid a war, change the course of the river. Do not come to seek a war.’

The mention of Feyre made Rhys heave out a breath. They could not face another war. It would not be a war now, it would be the four of them against the Autumn Court. Beron would like nothing better than spilling their blood – but he did not know that Feyre was with child. They had not let that news leave their court except for Eris. Rhys’ desire to protect her would override everything else.

‘What do you suggest, Eris?’ Mor said, her laugh brittle. It hurt her to be in this place. ‘We have afternoon tea with your father?’

‘You can offer your congratulations.’

He removed his leather gloves, exposing the pale skin of his hands. A golden tattoo wrapped around his ring finger.

‘Nesta and I are married.’

Azriel's hands were on him, bracing for the impact. Even Mor had gripped onto Cassian's hand, readied to hold him back.

Cassian’s knees almost buckled. He couldn’t muster up any rage. Couldn’t hear anything except for the ringing in his ears. Nesta had been forced into a marriage with Eris Vanserra. Every beat of his heart caused it to rupture a little more. He could not imagine her terror. Didn’t want to think about what Eris was doing to her day after day. He had failed Nesta.

‘You conniving snake.’

Eris raised his fingers, silencing Mor. ‘You will offer your congratulations on our marriage and my father will allow you to leave.’

The male was gone.

Mor began to speak to their group, but then Eris was stood before them again, a hand clamped around another female’s arm. Emerie. The Illyrian kept her face cast to the ground but Cassian was assessing her as quickly as he could for any signs of injury. No bruises or marks. She seemed unharmed on the surface.

‘My father does not know that Emerie is here. You ought to keep it that way. Swear to me that you will offer your congratulations and nothing more. No mention of our alliance. Leave here in peace – and I’ll ensure Emerie does too.’

They were caught in a stalemate. There was no easy option. Eris was holding Nesta hostage with Emerie as his leverage. They knew the male well enough to know that Nesta would be cloistered away in the Forest House under Beron’s nose with no hope of ever reaching her once this moment passed.

Cassian was not in a place to offer advice or tactics. His one thought was Nesta. The female that he had given his heart to the moment that he met her.

‘I have the priestess too.’

Not Gwyn. Gwyn had suffered so much already. Cassian’s heart was crumbling. Rhys would prioritise Emerie and Gwyn. They had no power, no reason to give Beron pause from killing them. An Illyrian female would be better off dead than in Beron’s hands. Emerie would be tortured. Gwyn, part-nymph, likely would be too. Nesta, at least, had enough power to given Beron pause – even if Cassian hated to admit such a thing.

‘If you harm either-’

‘They will not be harmed as long as my wife remains here and you give us your congratulations. They are her dear friends. I shouldn’t like to see them hurt. I certainly won’t lay a finger on them. But if my father hears about their presence here… You decide the fate of lovely Emerie and darling Gwyn by your actions.’

‘Rhys,’ Azriel murmured, shadows darting erratically. Even his steady brother had become unstable with this news.

‘I’ll return Emerie and Gwyn at nightfall if all goes to plan.’

Eris swept into a bow before winnowing away with Emerie in tow. How the hell had he managed to get Gwyn and Emerie to his court? The last Cassian knew, Gwyn didn’t want to leave the library. They had been at training the day before with Az. How had Eris managed to get ahead of them at every single turn.

‘He’s backed us into a corner, Rhys.’

‘I fucking know, Mor.’

Rhys was deliberately avoiding looking at him. All of them had caused this. They had driven Nesta into the clutches of Eris. His wife. She was bound to him forever.

When Eris returned, it was flanked with Autumn Court soldiers. Their polish silver armour gleamed in the afternoon sun. Red capes billowed out behind them. They weren’t a well-trained Illyrian legion, but the Autumn Court was formidable in its own right – and Eris commanded these soldiers. His word was law here.

‘Lead on, Eris.’ Rhys inclined his head. ‘Don’t let us keep you too long from your bride.’

Cass, I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I will fix this. I will make it right. Nesta won’t be hurt.

***

All of the remaining Vanserra line were assembled, save for Lucien, in the great hall. Beron’s throne stood on a raised dais. He was the only one seated – even his wife stood on her lower platform, head bowed in submission. Eris hated her to see him this way, channelling Beron’s upbringing, all cunning and selfishness. It drove her further from him. His mother did not like to be alone with him any more, believing the lies he span.

On his father’s right was a space for Eris to take up, so he strode forwards, abandoning the Night Court delegate to resume his role as heir of the Autumn Court. They stood against a backdrop of an Autumn civil war carved into the oaken wall where Alvar Vanserra stabbed his father, Wyllam, through the back and stepped over his body to sit on the very throne the high lord currently resided in.

His three brothers stared ahead, examining the Night Court’s council members. In the brief moment that Eris took his position at his father’s side, he brushed his fingers against Nesta’s. It was all he could offer her in terms of comfort with so many eyes upon them. Nesta’s strength should never be overlooked. Her spine was as rigid as a tree, her feet rooted to the spot. There was no contempt on her expression, only indifference as her eyes settled upon her former family.

Rhysand sauntered forwards. Arrogance laced each step.

‘Congratulations are in order.’

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rose-of-the-grave · 3 months

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Pairing: Nesta x Eris

Hey all! This is my first official fic of the year!!! This was for a request. As always I'm the author (please no reposting)

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Warnings: (18+ I think), suggestiveness, allusion to rape, killing, kissing, angst, protective Eris, I swear that this isn't that dark

Word count: 5,919

Description: When Nesta accepts Eris' proposal she had no idea what she was in for during her new life in the Autumn Court.

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“I want you to tell Eris that I accept his proposal.” Nesta said.

Rhysand looked pleased. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll send word right away.”

“What’s going on?” Feyre stood not too far away.

Nesta imagined that her brother-in-law had communicated with her mind to mind because her sister immediately turned to face her.

“Are you sure about this?” Her younger sister asked.

“Yes.”

“What about…?”

Nesta didn’t want to even think about Cassian. Earlier when she had told him that she had decided to marry Eris he had been shocked. He had asked her why and she had told him that it was because she deserved it. It was then that she realized that if she wanted him to let her go he would have to believe that this was what she wanted and that she would not budge.

So Nesta told him what she thought would hurt him most. That she thought she could love Eris if given the chance. He had recoiled, hurt, but hadn’t said anything more. Instead he just walked away without another word.

“I want to marry him.”

“If that’s really what you want…” Feyre trailed off.

“It is.”

“Then it is settled.” Rhysand said.

“Good.” Nesta replied, already walking away. Maybe she would come to regret this decision but for now she didn’t want to think about what awaited her. At least this gave her a way to leave the Night Court behind, even if it meant trading one prison for another.

A week later

I'm headed straight for the castle

They wanna make me their queen

All of the preparations had been made for the wedding, it was going to happen in the Autumn Court. Elain was unhappy with her decision but had said that she wanted to come. Rhysand was winnowing them there. Feyre had also wanted to come but with her being pregnant Rhysand didn’t want her anywhere near the Autumn Court. He hadn’t even wanted Elain to come but she insisted.

Nesta tried not to think about Gwyn and Emerie. It had hurt having to tell them that she was leaving but she owed them a goodbye. She was going to miss them.

Elain was dressed in a pretty pink dress with her hair falling down in loose waves. She looked beautiful. Standing next to her was Rhysand in a black suit, as per usual. The wedding was going to happen right after they arrived so Nesta was already dressed. She didn’t want to wear the Night Court’s colors, nor did she want to wear white. Eventually she decided on a blood red dress that was decorated with rubies.

It shone like fire, perfect for the Autumn Court.

She had braided her hair and twisted it up, securing it with a ruby encrusted gold comb. Walking down the stairs was a challenge. The dress was a tripping incident waiting to happen.

“Come on, let’s go.” Rhysand said, wasting no time for pleasantries.

He seemed impatient, perhaps he was worried that she would change her mind at the last minute and run.

The minute she came within range he grabbed onto both her and Elain, winnowing them all away.

They arrived right on the steps of where the wedding was supposed to be. It was beautiful. There were trees outside that were in a permanent state of changing color. People were milling about outside, about to head in. She wondered if Eris was already inside.

What did a Fae wedding even entail? Nobody had explained that to her. Were they like human weddings?

“Rhysand.”

They all turned to look at the High Lord of Autumn who was approaching them. In a matter of minutes he would be her father-in-law.

“Beron.”

Beron smiled thinly before shifting his gaze to her, assessing her. The last time she had seen him was during the war. He arched an eyebrow before turning away, dismissing her. Rhysand stood partially in front of Elain as if to protect her.

A moment later, Nesta realized that the four of them were all alone.

Rhysand escorted her sister in, leaving her out there with the High Lord. He offered her his arm, which she took reluctantly. They walked into the building and he continued walking. He went with her all the way past the spectators, depositing her at the front where Eris stood.

A priestess emerged from the shadows and everybody went quiet.

Nesta followed the robed figure with her eyes until she was standing just behind her and Eris. The priestess started saying something in a foreign tongue. Nesta shifted her gaze to the male that was about to become her husband only to find that he was already staring at her. She looked into his eyes, ignoring what was going on until he started repeating something that the priestess said. When it was her turn she did the same. The rest was a blur.

When it was done everybody stood up and went outside.

Nesta hugged Elain tightly, knowing that there was a chance that they might never see each other again. She smiled, watching as her sister disappeared along with Rhysand.

Eris came up behind her and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Follow me.”

She turned to him, masking her emotions with a smile. If she was going to fool an entire Fae court then she was going to have to appear besotted with her new husband. He showed her the way to a carriage that was going to take them to the castle.

Once they were sitting in the carriage facing toward each other he told her, “I must confess that I was surprised to hear of your acceptance.”

“Then why did you ask for my hand in the first place?”

“Perhaps you enchanted me with your dancing.”

She laughed. “That’s not a reason to marry someone.”

“I was under the impression that that was exactly why people got married, because they had enjoyed dancing together.”

“Normally they spend some time getting to know each other before they propose.”

“You still said yes.” He reminded her.

“Indeed.”

“Why?”

“If you are fishing for a compliment you will not get one from me.”

He clasped a hand to his chest. “You wound me my dear wife.”

“I sincerely doubt that considering your over-inflated ego.”

“I can assure you that that is not the only thing about me that is big.” He smirked.

Her cheeks flushed a light pink at his unexpected innuendo. Deciding to not dignify him with a response she looked around at their surroundings. The carriage was traveling along a road through the forest where the trees created an arch over their heads.

When they arrived he jumped out of the carriage before turning to offer his aid. She lightly placed her hand into his gloved one, pulling it away once she was standing on the ground. Together they walked up the stairs and into a ballroom. There were even more people in the room than there had been at the wedding.

She straightened her posture and lifted her chin before entering with Eris. The entire room went silent, all eyes on them. Someone started clapping. Then they were all applauding, their eyes still on the pair of them. The crowd parted as they passed through on their way to the front where the High Lord and the Lady of Autumn sat.

Eris bowed, greeting them both. Nesta simply shallowly curtsied. She refused to show any weakness.

Beron made a motion with his hand and, perfectly on cue, the music started and the people started to dance.

Her husband turned to her with an outstretched hand. “Might I have this dance?”

Placing her hand in his once more she replied, “You may.”

He spun her out in front of him before following. He kept on twirling her, occasionally bringing her in close to him before allowing her to dance freely. Her dress caught the light, shining brightly throughout the room.

“You are mesmerizing.” He whispered in her ear before spinning her out.

She kept on dancing, letting the music grab hold of her. She was so lost in the dance that she didn’t realize the wide berth people were giving them as they all watched her. When the band played their last cord Eris pulled her in one last time.

Their faces were close, so close that she could see the tiny flecks in his eyes. When the music started to play again people started to dance once more. He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips for all to see. Before she knew it he had pulled away and was dancing once more with her.

They continued to dance for several songs before they got tired and he led her off of the dance floor in the opposite direction of his parents.

He showed her the way upstairs to what she assumed was their room. She was fairly certain that, considering it was their wedding night, she knew what was going to happen next. It felt odd to think about considering everything she and Cassian had been doing together up until a week ago.

Eris opened the door, allowing Nesta to enter. The room was spacious and well-decorated. She walked over to the full-length mirror, slightly curious what she looked like after so much dancing. Pulling out the comb, she placed it on a dresser that was off to the side. She was about to undo her hair when Eris came up behind her. He pulled out the handful of pins holding her braids in place before unbraiding her hair.

Out of nowhere he somehow had a brush in his hand which he ran through her hair before setting it down. Sweeping her hair over one shoulder he placed a gentle kiss to her shoulder just to the side of her dress’ straps. Pushing the strap off of her shoulder he continued to place delicate kisses across her shoulder. Unable to resist, she leaned back into him.

He made eye contact with her in the mirror, one hand at her waist and the other holding her dress strap. She turned around in his arms and kissed him. For a moment they both allowed themselves to get lost in the kiss but he quickly put space between them, distancing himself from her.

“Good night my lady.” He bowed slightly before walking out of the bedroom. She watched as he walked away, puzzled by his reaction.

The next morning

I'm headed straight for the castle

They've got the kingdom locked up

Nesta awoke to light streaming into her room through the windows. Looking over she sees a maid standing by her bed holding a piece of paper.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a message from my lady.” She curtsied before handing it to Nesta.

It was a request to have tea at noon with her in her room.

“Can you please tell her that I accept?”

“Of course.” She curtsied once more and left.

Sighing, Nesta got out of bed and got her first real look at her bedroom. It had a fireplace that was already lit and the stone had images carved into it. The entire room was red with gold touches. The mirror, which quickly managed to catch her eye, only served as a reminder of the night before. She was still confused. She thought that she would be relieved that Eris hadn’t expected her to sleep with him but she found that some small, traitorous part of her was disappointed.

Determined to put her infuriating new husband out of her mind she opened one of the dresser drawers. The clothes that they had sent along early had been folded and put away in the dresser. She dug through it until she found a red dress that was patterned with black. Tying a belt around the waist she completed her outfit with a coat to keep her warm.

As a final touch she rebraided her hair. Satisfied with her appearance she put on a pair of boots and walked out of her room.

The halls looked a lot less complicated in the light of day than they had when Eris had been showing her the way. After a minute or two she reached the staircase and walked down. Noticing a door that led outside, she went out through there.

There was a path that seemed to wind around the entire castle. Feeling like a bit of fresh air, she randomly chose a direction and started to walk.

The leaves on the ground crunched under her boots and the wind blew right in her face. It was colder than she had expected. She was glad that she had chosen to wear a coat.

After only a few minutes she realized that she had greatly underestimated the size of her new home. The entire castle was beautiful. There were stone statues and fallen leaves and tall towers. It took a really long time before she finally returned to the door that she thought she had used before.

Unsure of where her new mother-in-law lived in the castle she decided to wander around until she found someone she could ask or until she happened across it.

“Nesta.”

She turned around to find the Lady of the Autumn Court standing in a pale red-orange dress that had a high neckline and a sweeping skirt. It was simple but elegant and reminded Nesta of something she herself might wear.

“I apologize, I wasn’t quite sure where to find you.” Nesta said.

“It is quite alright. Please, follow me.” She motioned to a door to her left. “Right through here.”

She led Nesta out onto a balcony where there was a small table with tea and biscuits laid out on china. Nesta took the seat opposite her companion.

“It is lovely to finally meet you.”

“Indeed.” Nesta responded.

“My son has mentioned you several times since meeting you but I never imagined that we would have the opportunity to meet. I remember you from the High Lord’s meeting before the war but I don’t believe I knew your name back then.”

“To be honest, I never imagined we would ever meet as well.”

“And why is that?” The lady of the Autumn Court took a sip of tea.

“I never expected that Eris would propose, let alone that I would accept. At first I had planned on declining him.”

She smiled understandingly at Nesta. ”I would like to think that he is not quite as bad as people imagine.”

“Perhaps. During my time in the Night Court I spent time with Morrigan. They were engaged at one point were they not? It is quite horrible to hear about everything that was done to her. I hear that he takes after his father in regards to his treatment of others. Have you found that to be true?”

She looked sharply at Nesta. “The walls have ears in this castle my dear. You would be wise to not voice your opinions of my husband or your own.”

Nesta nodded and stood up, leaving her teacup full. “I thank you for your advice. Now, if you would please excuse me, I feel a bit under the weather.”

She walked off of the balcony and out into the hallway. In her time spent exploring she had gotten turned around. She had no clue as to where her room was.

After a while she found herself back in the ballroom from before. Now that it was empty it didn’t seem nearly as intimidating. Before it had been full of people watching her every move but now it was just a room.

It was a beautiful room with gold all around. The ceiling was covered with paintings and the arches that went from one side to the other were all decorated with golden leaves. The floor had an enchanting floral pattern that was entirely gold on a white marble.

Her boots were loud against the floor, the noise echoing through the room.

“Here you are.”

Whirling around she found Eris standing in the doorway across the room.

“Were you looking for me?”

“I wanted to inform you that I will be gone for a day or two on business.”

She nodded and started to turn away when he took a few steps closer to her.

“About last night…” He started.

“What about last night? You made yourself quite clear.”

“No, I don’t believe I did.” He walked towards her slowly as they talked.

“I don’t wish to talk about it.” She responded, turning away.

“But I do.”

“What is there to say? You didn’t want to sleep with me on our wedding night. There’s nothing more to be said.”

“I at least owe you an explanation.”

“Don’t.”

“Look at me.” She didn’t turn around. “Look at me Nesta.”

He was finally within arms reach and, grabbing her arm, he turned her to face him. She looked up at him defiantly, not particularly wanting to hear what he had to say but her curiosity won out.

“Well?” She crossed her arms across her chest.

“You were clearly not over that Illyrian brute.”

“Don’t call him that. And there is no reason for me to be over him, I don’t love him. I don’t even like him!”

“I’m not blind Nesta. I can still smell him on you.” He sneered.

“You’re wrong. I may have fucked him but that was weeks ago. I married you. If that doesn’t prove anything then I don’t know what will. I chose marrying you despite knowing just how much of a prick you are over staying in the Night Court with Cassian. And all for what? To be yelled at for how I smell? I don’t think so.” She brushed past him, walking away.

“I’m sorry.”

She turned around to face him again. “For what? For yelling at me or for marrying me?”

“For yelling. It’s none of my business what you did with him.”

“I’m glad you realize that.” Turning back around, she walked out of the ballroom and followed the same path that she had taken the night before with Eris. Luckily she made it back to her room with no problems.

The next day

And there's an old man sitting on the throne

That's saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean

Determined to learn more about the castle, Nesta awoke the next day with a sense of purpose. She was going to explore.

At first it was mostly boring with long hallways filled with bedrooms. That is, until she reached the library. Excited to finally find something new to read having not managed to pack that many books she decided to look around. She was hopeful that she would find something of interest and that it wouldn’t all be boring.

It took a few minutes but eventually she hit the jackpot. Near the back was a collection of books by several authors that she recognized. Among them were Sellyn Drake’s books. Or at least some of them. Most of them she had already read but there were one or two that looked unfamiliar. Selecting one of them from off the shelf she found a chair and started reading.

By the time she had reached the end of the book the light streaming in through the windows had dimmed. She had been sitting there for hours, she realized. Nesta got up and put the book away in its original spot before taking a few others from off the shelf.

Her stomach grumbled, the last time she had eaten had been breakfast and it was now almost dinner time. Most of her meals the past two days had been brought up to her room so she had had ample time to herself.

She was on her way to the door when she heard something. It sounded like yelling but she couldn’t quite be sure. Following the sound she soon started to hear other noises. It sounded as if someone was having sex in the library. The sounds stopped and a young girl who was dressed similarly to the maids ran from behind one of the shelves and right past Nesta on her way to the door.

The girl had looked terrified and Nesta soon understood why when she saw who she had been with, the High Lord.

“Ah, Nesta. How wonderful to see you here. I had quite wondered where you disappeared to. I see you’ve seen Lyra.”

At Nesta’s confused look he clarified, “The young serving girl that just ran past you. She’s pretty enough but still needs to learn her place.”

“You are detestable.”

“She knew what she was getting into when she started working here.” He smiled darkly, causing Nesta to wonder just how safe she was standing there alone with him. She hoped he would respect the fact that she was married to his son but considering he had no respect for those who worked for him and couldn’t even think about saying “no” she was a little skeptical.

“The poor girl was terrified. How can you not see that?”

“Oh but that’s what makes it all the more fun. Watching them protest only to eventually watch them break.”

She hated him.

That was the only thought in her head when her hand rose of its own accord and slapped him across the face leaving a bright red splotch on his cheek.

“You’re disgusting.”

He stared at her in disbelief.

Realizing just how alone they were she turned to leave but he grabbed onto her wrist.

“With a pretty face like yours it would be a shame if anything happened to it. You’d be wise to not be so unkind to your High Lord.” His grip on her wrist started to dig in. Pulling away from him she ran out of the library, not wanting to remain there another moment.

She didn’t stop running until she reached her room. Once inside she put the books down on the bedside table and sat down.

There was a knock at the door.

“Who is it?”

“Just Greta, my lady. I’ve brought dinner.”

“You may come in.”

The maid entered holding a tray of warm food that had steam rising from it. She carefully placed it beside the books.

“I’m also to inform you that there will be another ball tomorrow to celebrate since the rest of your new family wasn’t able to be there. Lord Eris’ brothers will be in attendance as well as a few cousins who were not able to come for the actual event.”

“Thank you. Will Eris be returning in time for the ball?”

“I believe so, my lady.”

“Greta, would you mind if I asked you a question?”

“What is it about?”

“The High Lord.”

Her smile dropped. Suddenly she was no longer willing to chat. She seemed nervous, scared almost.

“If that’ll be all miss.” She curtsied without another word and left.

The next day

And there's an old man sitting on the throne

That's saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut

The day after her encounter in the library with Beron was a whirlwind affair of trying on dress after dress. She tried to protest but the maids who had been sent to her room insisted. Greta was noticeably absent from the group.

Eventually they settled on a crimson red dress that was somewhat similar to her wedding dress except it was a bit more traditional in its style. The thin straps were replaced with long, fitted sleeves and the neckline was a bit lower. The waist was decorated with a golden belt that separated the fitted bodice from the long, full skirts. Made from what seemed to be hundreds of thin layers of fabric it had impressive volume. It made her feel like a princess.

Her hair had been put in a complicated style that involved multiple braids being woven together and was matched with a gold tiara. She wore no other jewelry and minimal makeup which allowed the crown to be the centerpiece of her outfit.

They left her in the dress once they settled on it to limit the amount of times they had to button up the back of the dress. It took a while to completely button it up but once it was on her it looked beautiful.

As they were all leaving Eris walked in.

He took hold of her hand, bringing it up so he could brush a kiss against her knuckles. “You look stunning.”

“Thank you.”

The sleeves of her dress mostly covered the bruise that had started to form on her wrist but she was still a bit apprehensive. She didn’t want to bring it up to him knowing that it was his father that she was talking about. Nesta sincerely doubted that he would side with her.

He took hold of both her hands and looked like he was about to say something when he stopped. He brought her hand up for a closer inspection. Pulling back her sleeve he finally saw the whole bruise.

“Who did this to you?” He said, his voice quiet but intense. She didn’t want to tell him.

“Who did this to you?!” He repeated with more volume.

“Was it my father?” She finally met his gaze and nodded.

“What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“No. I’m fine. I slapped him so he told me to not be so mean. He said it would be a shame if something happened to my face.”

At her words he pulled away and walked out of the room. She watched as he stormed out wondering what he was going to do.

When he returned about an hour later, just in time for the ball, he wouldn’t answer any of her questions.

“Come on, we’re going to be late.” He said, not looking at her. He stood by the door, half facing away from her.

When she placed a hand on his back he hissed in pain. She jerked her hand away but the damage was done. What exactly happened to him?

“What happened to you?”

“Nothing.”

She went to question him further but stopped. He still wasn’t looking at her. She had a feeling that he wasn’t going to tell her even if she kept on asking.

Instead she placed her hand on his arm, allowing him to escort her to the ballroom once more. For once she didn’t feel like dancing. In fact she was dreading this event entirely. She didn’t want to have to see the High Lord again after the night before, nor did she want to meet Eris’ brothers. She didn’t know that much about them but what she did know did not make her want to ever meet them.

Once in the ballroom they walked over to the throne where Beron sat. As much as it disgusted her to say it she could see where Eris had gotten his good looks. Even though he had been alive for many centuries he still remained handsome. Eris’ mother was nowhere in sight. After the other day at tea and the night before in the library Nesta was beginning to see just how dangerous the Autumn Court was.

Eris’ mother was plainly scared of her husband and for good reason. Thinking back on Eris’ reaction to her touching his back she wondered if it was something his father had done.

She was introduced to Eris’ brothers briefly but could not remember their names even moments later. Nesta and Eris danced for a bit before the High Lord cut in.

Eris did not look as if he wanted to leave them alone but he seemed resigned to what was about to happen. At first Nesta and Beron danced in silence and she hoped that he would not bring up the previous night.

“I’m impressed.” He said, breaking the silence.

She looked at him, puzzled.

“I did not think that you would dare to tell my son what happened. It is unfortunate that he took offense, I did not wish to punish him for his insolence.” He did not look as if he regretted it. She had a feeling that he was taking some twisted glee from this predicament.

“I do not wish to have to tell you twice, Nesta. You would be better off keeping your mouth shut in the future.” With that parting threat he pulled away as the song ended.

As more people drifted towards the center of the ballroom Nesta tried to find Eris. Not being able to see him, she decided to leave. She didn’t want to remain there a minute more. If her mother could see her now she would be very disappointed. She had spent many hours drilling her on ballroom etiquette only for Nesta to ignore one of the main rules. It was the height of impropriety to leave a ball after only three songs.

Unable to bear staying she escaped to her room where she pulled the crown off from her head. She unbraided her hair and let it fall down her back in waves. She wiped her face clean before looking into the mirror. Only a few hours earlier she had felt like a princess, now she felt like she was suffocating.

Contorting her body she managed to reach the buttons that held her dress together. Undoing them finally allowed her to breathe fully. She pushed the dress off and pulled on one of her nightgowns. Its soft fabric was a welcome comfort.

She laid down on her bed, looking up at the ceiling for a long time before she heard a knock at the door.

“Nesta, are you in there?” Eris called through the door.

“Yes.”

“May I come in?”

“As you wish.”

He pushed the door open and walked over to her. Sitting down beside her he looked down at her. She sat up and looked him in the eye.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“No.”

“What do you need?”

Looking at him she made her decision. “A distraction.”

He took a deep breath before asking her, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Eris nodded.

Nesta leaned in and kissed him. She pushed him backwards onto the bed, both of her hands holding him down. He wrapped both arms around her waist, pulling her in closer. It was a battle of wills, both of them fighting for dominance. She shifted her leg so that it was on the other side of him, straddling him.

He twisted them around so that he was on top of her, using his strength to his advantage. She gasped allowing his tongue access. He tasted like cinnamon and smoke. When he was distracted she managed to push him off her, rolling him back under her.

He chuckled and she smiled into the kiss. She started to place openmouthed kisses along his jaw before drifting down his neck. When she reached the neckline of his shirt she started to unbutton his top, placing kisses on each newly revealed inch of skin. Before she could undo his belt he pulled her back up.

“Not yet.”

He claimed her mouth once more, holding her against him. Rolling her back under him he started to kiss her behind her ear before drifting down her neck. She moaned as his hands drifted away from her waist. One went up to play with her nipple while the other drifted further south, pushing underneath her nightgown.

However her moan soon turned into a yawn. The past few days had been exhausting to say the least and it was already getting late.

Hearing her yawn Eris pulled away and lifted her off the bed. Holding her in one arm he used the other to pull back the blankets. He then helped her underneath.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“Stay.”

He looked at her, surprise flashing across his features before he pulled his shirt off. He also stripped off his pants leaving in almost nothing.

Nesta shifted over to give him space and he laid down in the bed next to her. Turning on his side he wrapped his arms around her before closing his eyes.

The next morning

Nesta awoke cocooned in warmth. Eris’ arms were still wrapped around her tightly as if he was worried she would disappear. Not wanting to get up she closed her eyes, determined to get a few more minutes of sleep.

When she next awoke it was to an empty bed. Turning over she found that the other side of the bed was still warm but there was no Eris in sight. She started to wonder if perhaps the previous night had been a mistake but then saw a note that had been left on the bedside table.

It was from Eris informing her that his father had asked to see him.

Alarmed after knowing what Beron had done to his son the day before she quickly got up and dressed. She rushed through the castle not sure where they would be but hoping she found them soon.

“...you should’ve done better!”

Hearing the High Lord’s voice she knew she must be close. She stopped outside the door, eavesdropping. From what she gathered Beron was berating Eris about the trip he had gone on earlier. It must have been a business trip that had been unsuccessful.

“Perhaps if you hadn’t been so distracted by your wife you would have actually been decent at your role.”

At those words she barged in.

There they stood, facing each other. Both males turned to look at the intruder.

“You have no right to yell at him like that. I’m sure he tried his best. Don’t blame this on me, I wasn’t even there.”

Beron didn’t even acknowledge her, simply turning towards his son. “If you plan on becoming the next High Lord you had better learn from my example and keep your wife on a leash.”

“Watch it.” Eris warned through gritted teeth.

Not even registering what she was doing she picked up a sword off of the wall that had been part of the decorations and rushed him. He turned but wasn’t able to react quickly enough before she could stab him right through the chest. The sword pierced right through him and Nesta twisted the sword before pulling it out.

Breathing heavily she met Eris’ gaze as the magic went from his father to him. Eris was the new High Lord of the Autumn Court.

“What did you just do?” He asked, stunned. It was hard to believe that what he had been so carefully planning for had just happened.

Taking a step towards Nesta he pulled her in for a kiss. The sword clattered to the ground.

He pulled away but kept close, his nose brushing against hers.

“You look hot with blood on you.”

She tipped her head back and laughed.

There was going to be a lot of chaos in the Autumn Court but for now she was simply happy that she ridded the world of Beron. And so, staring into the eyes of her husband of only a few days, she kissed him once more. It was a kiss of triumph and relief. While the night before had been all about passion this was a reaffirmation of life. Of success.

When she had first accepted Eris’ proposal she had no idea that she would end up killing his father, making Eris the new High Lord but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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