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Hello! I'm Isa, and I'm here only because I can't keep my ideas to myself lol. Technically this is an experiment to see if I actually know how to speak English, and as you can guess, English is not my first language, so any mistakes are excused here haha.

Please be gentle with me, I'm just a girl in college trying to do something fun 😭😭

Did I mentioned I love music? Yeah, you'll see it everywhere. Look, there is one right here.

I can try writing for other characters of ACOTAR and maybe for Ruhn Danaan, so I'm open for requests, but I won't promise too much

Azriel

Moonlight Masterlist 🔗✨️

A Little Too Not Over You ✨️

Never Knew I Needed ✨️

Until It Happens To You 🔗✨️

Golden ✨️

Make You Mine ✨️

Delicate ✨️

I Think He Knows ✨️

Pillowtalk ✨️

Rhysand

This Is Love

What Was I Made For? 🔗

Mastermind ✨️

Wait For It ✨️

Waiting On A Miracle 🔗

The Loneliest ✨️

Cassian

Scars 🔗✨️

Burn For You ✨️

Kiss The Girl ✨️

Lucien

Dear Theodosia (and Philip) ✨️

What Makes You Beautiful ✨️

Eris

The Night We Met 🔗✨️

Helion

Baby Mine 🔗✨️

Serendipity ✨️

Information:

🔗 - Angst

✨️ - Fluff

💦 - Smut

the heir & the emissary (preview)

Okay so this idea has been floating around in my brain for weeks now and I’ve finally caved and started writing it down. This is just a small portion of what I’d like to write. It’s Eris x OC (estranged Archeron sister) and I have the outline of the full story done. Just need to commit to writing it all. 

Eris x OC

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Prologue 

// 8 months post-UTM //

Eris stopped breathing.

The pull was instantaneous. This tugging in his chest, impossible to ignore. He blinked once, twice and then sucked in a gasping breath as if returning to the surface of water. 

He couldn’t look away. She was beautiful with long, pale blonde hair which fell in waves down her lithe back. Her knee length, black coat cinched at the waist; accentuating her good figure. Her head was turned slightly towards him as she laughed at something a passerby had said to her. Her bright white teeth on display, eyes and nose scrunched up and a loud, joyful sound emitting from her. She looked absolutely radiant.

He watched as this woman wrenched open the door to the tavern and stepped inside, disappearing from his view.

the heir & the emissary

Eris Vanserra x OC (estranged Archeron sister)

PROLOGUE

// 8 months post-UTM //

Eris stopped breathing.

The pull was instantaneous. This tugging in his chest, impossible to ignore. He blinked once, twice and then sucked in a gasping breath as if returning to the surface of water. 

He couldn’t look away. She was beautiful with long, pale blonde hair which fell in waves down her lithe back. Her knee length, black coat cinched at the waist; accentuating her good figure. Her head was turned slightly towards him as she laughed at something a passerby had said to her. Her bright white teeth on display, eyes and nose scrunched up and a loud, joyful sound emitting from her. She looked absolutely radiant.

He watched as this woman wrenched open the door to the tavern and stepped inside, disappearing from his view.

“Sir, is everything alright?” one of his guards spoke up, having come to stop a few feet from him. Eris hadn’t realized he’d stopped walking and was now standing in the middle of the cobbled road, staring into the distance.

“Yes, everything is fine. We have much more of this town to check on before sundown but I am suddenly feeling incredibly parched. Let’s stop for a drink before we carry on.”

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Stepping into the tavern, Eris was immediately greeted with the familiar scent of cinnamon. His shoulders sagged as the tension of a long day of travel began to bleed out of him. He took a moment to look about the room; his eyes roving over the few patrons who had gone eerily still at the sight of him. He ignored their wide eyes and rigid bodies as he searched the small space. There she was.

She was seated at a table in the front of the room, a steaming cup sat on the table in front of her. She had her small, dainty hands wrapped around the mug as she stared out of a nearby window. 

“You all get a drink and find a table. I’ll be back in a bit.” His guards easily recognized his dismissal and headed off to the bar for drinks. Eris made his way towards her slowly.

He had just begun to approach her table when she glanced up at him, a small smile gracing her fair-skinned face. 

“The heir to the Autumn court. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Her voice was like honey. Her blue-gray eyes stared up at him in a piercing gaze.

“Ah, it seems you have me at a disadvantage.” He spoke. She extended her hand in greeting, which Eris immediately took into his own. He lowered himself into a bow and pressed his lips to her knuckles. “I have been making my rounds through some of the local villages to make sure they are doing well and I saw you come into the tavern. You are absolutely stunning and I just needed to know your name…” he trailed off, raising back into a standing position.

“Tegan. My name is Tegan. I am an emissary for the Winter court.” She replied. Her smile grew wider as she motioned to the empty seat across from her. Eris quickly took the invitation.

“Well, Tegan, it is a pleasure to meet you. May I ask what brings you to the Autumn court?” Eris asked, settling into his seat. He folded his hands together, fingers interwoven, upon the tabletop. Tegan raised her mug to the barkeep signaling for another as she dipped her head in his direction. He took a moment to observe her. She had an ethereal beauty about her, shining as bright as the Sun with sharp, pointed features. She wore a braid in her hair, running across her scalp like a band, covering her ears.

“I came to Autumn in hopes of meeting with someone of power. Preferably someone handsome, regal, if a little ostentatious. If I’m lucky, maybe it will be someone who will sweep me off my feet in a forbidden, whirlwind romance.” She breathed. A small, wistful smile adorned her face. “Do you think you can get me an audience with your father?”

Eris watched her from across the table with a look of horror. Tegan burst into laughter, tipping her head to the side and he caught a glimpse of what she was no doubt attempting to hide beneath the braid. Rounded ears.

“I jest!” She exclaimed. Eris’ expression morphed into a deadpan stare. “You are just the person I am looking for. Viviane sent me to speak with you. I have no official business on this trip beyond introducing myself, that you and your court may recognize me in the future.” His lips twitched upward as the barkeep approached the table and slid a drink in front of him. Even as he gave his thanks, his eyes remained on Tegan.

“Well then, I believe you have completed your task. In any case, it seems a beautiful woman has ordered me a drink and it would be terribly rude for me to leave now without getting to know her.” He did not feel the need to mention that he would have stayed regardless. He felt an odd sense of comfort, sitting here with her. It was a foreign feeling to him; one he was not nearly ready to let go of.

“Yes, I imagine that would seem rather callous. It looks as though you will be stuck here, with no choice but to waste away your afternoon with her.” Tegan winked. 

And so they spoke…about their courts, about themselves, about the meaning of life, about anything and everything. They smiled, laughed, and drank. Hours passed in the blink of an eye. And when the sun began to set below the horizon and the tavern grew dim, they rose from their table. 

Despite having not completed the task he’d set for himself that day, Eris had never felt so light. In all his years of living, he had never felt so free. 

“Tegan, it was a pleasure to meet you.” He stated, helping her to shrug on her coat. He glanced around the tavern, giving a small nod to his guards to let them know it was time to leave.

“The pleasure was all mine, Eris.” There it was again. That tugging in his chest, which pulled taut at the sound of his name on her lips. She smiled up at him, peering through her lashes. “Hopefully I will see you again soon.” She placed her hand on her chest, rubbing in a small circular motion and he knew then that she had felt it too.

Eris held open the door with one hand and allowed her to step out into the crisp night air before him. He took her hand in his once more, placing a chaste kiss against her knuckles. “I will be counting down the days.” 

the heir & the emissary

Eris Vanserra x OC (estranged Archeron sister)

PROLOGUE

// 8 months post-UTM //

Eris stopped breathing.

The pull was instantaneous. This tugging in his chest, impossible to ignore. He blinked once, twice and then sucked in a gasping breath as if returning to the surface of water. 

He couldn’t look away. She was beautiful with long, pale blonde hair which fell in waves down her lithe back. Her knee length, black coat cinched at the waist; accentuating her good figure. Her head was turned slightly towards him as she laughed at something a passerby had said to her. Her bright white teeth on display, eyes and nose scrunched up and a loud, joyful sound emitting from her. She looked absolutely radiant.

He watched as this woman wrenched open the door to the tavern and stepped inside, disappearing from his view.

“Sir, is everything alright?” one of his guards spoke up, having come to stop a few feet from him. Eris hadn’t realized he’d stopped walking and was now standing in the middle of the cobbled road, staring into the distance.

“Yes, everything is fine. We have much more of this town to check on before sundown but I am suddenly feeling incredibly parched. Let’s stop for a drink before we carry on.”

____

Stepping into the tavern, Eris was immediately greeted with the familiar scent of cinnamon. His shoulders sagged as the tension of a long day of travel began to bleed out of him. He took a moment to look about the room; his eyes roving over the few patrons who had gone eerily still at the sight of him. He ignored their wide eyes and rigid bodies as he searched the small space. There she was.

She was seated at a table in the front of the room, a steaming cup sat on the table in front of her. She had her small, dainty hands wrapped around the mug as she stared out of a nearby window. 

“You all get a drink and find a table. I’ll be back in a bit.” His guards easily recognized his dismissal and headed off to the bar for drinks. Eris made his way towards her slowly.

He had just begun to approach her table when she glanced up at him, a small smile gracing her fair-skinned face. 

“The heir to the Autumn court. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Her voice was like honey. Her blue-gray eyes stared up at him in a piercing gaze.

“Ah, it seems you have me at a disadvantage.” He spoke. She extended her hand in greeting, which Eris immediately took into his own. He lowered himself into a bow and pressed his lips to her knuckles. “I have been making my rounds through some of the local villages to make sure they are doing well and I saw you come into the tavern. You are absolutely stunning and I just needed to know your name…” he trailed off, raising back into a standing position.

“Tegan. My name is Tegan. I am an emissary for the Winter court.” She replied. Her smile grew wider as she motioned to the empty seat across from her. Eris quickly took the invitation.

“Well, Tegan, it is a pleasure to meet you. May I ask what brings you to the Autumn court?” Eris asked, settling into his seat. He folded his hands together, fingers interwoven, upon the tabletop. Tegan raised her mug to the barkeep signaling for another as she dipped her head in his direction. He took a moment to observe her. She had an ethereal beauty about her, shining as bright as the Sun with sharp, pointed features. She wore a braid in her hair, running across her scalp like a band, covering her ears.

“I came to Autumn in hopes of meeting with someone of power. Preferably someone handsome, regal, if a little ostentatious. If I’m lucky, maybe it will be someone who will sweep me off my feet in a forbidden, whirlwind romance.” She breathed. A small, wistful smile adorned her face. “Do you think you can get me an audience with your father?”

Eris watched her from across the table with a look of horror. Tegan burst into laughter, tipping her head to the side and he caught a glimpse of what she was no doubt attempting to hide beneath the braid. Rounded ears.

“I jest!” She exclaimed. Eris’ expression morphed into a deadpan stare. “You are just the person I am looking for. Viviane sent me to speak with you. I have no official business on this trip beyond introducing myself, that you and your court may recognize me in the future.” His lips twitched upward as the barkeep approached the table and slid a drink in front of him. Even as he gave his thanks, his eyes remained on Tegan.

“Well then, I believe you have completed your task. In any case, it seems a beautiful woman has ordered me a drink and it would be terribly rude for me to leave now without getting to know her.” He did not feel the need to mention that he would have stayed regardless. He felt an odd sense of comfort, sitting here with her. It was a foreign feeling to him; one he was not nearly ready to let go of.

“Yes, I imagine that would seem rather callous. It looks as though you will be stuck here, with no choice but to waste away your afternoon with her.” Tegan winked. 

And so they spoke…about their courts, about themselves, about the meaning of life, about anything and everything. They smiled, laughed, and drank. Hours passed in the blink of an eye. And when the sun began to set below the horizon and the tavern grew dim, they rose from their table. 

Despite having not completed the task he’d set for himself that day, Eris had never felt so light. In all his years of living, he had never felt so free. 

“Tegan, it was a pleasure to meet you.” He stated, helping her to shrug on her coat. He glanced around the tavern, giving a small nod to his guards to let them know it was time to leave.

“The pleasure was all mine, Eris.” There it was again. That tugging in his chest, which pulled taut at the sound of his name on her lips. She smiled up at him, peering through her lashes. “Hopefully I will see you again soon.” She placed her hand on her chest, rubbing in a small circular motion and he knew then that she had felt it too.

Eris held open the door with one hand and allowed her to step out into the crisp night air before him. He took her hand in his once more, placing a chaste kiss against her knuckles. “I will be counting down the days.” 

the heir & the emissary

Eris Vanserra x OC (estranged Archeron sister)

Prologue

CHAPTER ONE

// 4 years post-UTM //

Tegan came to a stumbling halt on the outskirts of a small village. The sun was high in the sky, its reflection in the white snow was blinding. Placing a hand to her forehead in a makeshift visor, she squinted, surveying the area around her. Winnowing, while possible, was not her forte - she could barely make it one mile at a time on a good day. 

Taking a deep breath, and pulling her coat tighter to her body, Tegan headed off towards the bustling village street. Her dark colored pants and knee-high boots helped to protect her from the chill as the dry air and still winds created the perfect Winter day for strolling. Village workers were milling about, moving goods and shouting to each other. Children ran past her, screams of joy echoing in their wake. Tegan couldn’t stop the bright smile that lit up her face. 

“Good afternoon Tegan!” a voice called from her right. A man, middle aged, with dark brown hair and a coarse beard stood beside a stall.

“Good afternoon Caer! How are you?” Tegan replied, bounding over to the man with a quick wave.

“Doing well on this lovely day. Haven’t seen you round here in a while.”

“The High Lord and his lovely lady have been keeping me rather busy lately but I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to spend this beautiful day visiting my oldest friends.” Tegan stated with a wide grin. She picked up a small trinket off the cart and placed a gold mark down.

“Thank you, dove.” Caer tipped his head in gratitude.

“You are so welcome, Caer. Please say hello to Jassi for me!” She gave him a small wave and skipped off. 

“Aunt Tegan! Aunt Tegan!” Tegan’s ears perked up, hearing the enthused shouts of a few children. She turned quickly and knelt down just in time to catch the small body flying towards her.

“Rivi. How are you sweetheart?” Tegan asked, picking up the small child and settling her onto her hip. She felt hands grabbing at the edge of her coat and glanced down. “Rhellan and Fonn, I missed you lovelies! And look at how you’ve grown!”

“We’re good! We missed you so much Aunt Tegan. Mama says you’re really busy keeping the Winter court safe so that we can go out and play everyday.” The small girl in her arms exclaimed. 

“Yeah! And Mama also says that you miss us too when you’re gone.” Rhellan stated.

“Well, she is right about that bit. I do miss you all terribly when I’m away.” Tegan twisted her body to locate their mother, quickly meeting the bright, jade eyes of a woman further down the road and she waved. She began walking towards her, keeping a tight grip on Rivi while the two young boys, clinging to her coat, followed closely behind.

“Hanna, it’s so good to see you.” She reached out her free arm, wrapping the woman in a tight hug and pulling Rivi along. 

“We’ve missed you Tegan. I’m sure they’re keeping you up to your neck in diplomatic meetings but you can’t forget about your dearest friends. Between these three little ones and their antics, I may just lose my sanity without you coming to see me more often,” Hanna let out a small laugh, running her hand over the back of Fonn’s small head who was now standing at her side. 

“Hopefully I will start to have more free time soon so I can come and see these cuties more often. They’re growing so fast I may not recognize them next time,” Tegan chuckled. “How’s the business? Everything going okay around here?”

“Yes, Tegan. Please, you don’t need to worry so much. The bar is doing just fine. Everything has been business as usual around here,” Hanna reassured.

“Good, I’m glad. I worry about you all when I’m away for a while, you know.” Tegan smiled. She lowered Rivi back onto the ground, placing a large, exaggerated kiss onto her rounded cheeks, causing the girl to squeal with delight.

“You know, you look good. Healthy and happy. I’m really glad to see you looking so well and smiling so much. When I met you, I don’t think I could’ve ever pictured your smile being so bright.” Hannah sighed, a small, sad smile gracing her delicate features.

“That was a long time ago, Hanna. A lot has happened since then. I mean, it has been nine years since we first met. I would certainly hope I look happier and healthier now that I’ve been free for almost a decade,” Tegan joked. And though the statement was issued with a lighthearted, breathy laugh and a small smile, it didn’t erase the sad undertone it carried. 

“That is true and I for one am glad of it. At least you no longer reek of Spring.” Hanna laughed, giving a small nudge to Tegan’s shoulder. A burst of laughter escaped her and soon the two women had dissolved into a fit of giggles. “Would you like to come in for a drink?” 

“Of course. I can only stay for one though! The High Lord and Viv need me coherent when I get back to the palace.” Tegan chuckled and followed her friend into the building behind them. She knew it well; had even worked there for a while.

The tavern was small. Constructed completely from logs, smelling of pine and dimly lit by candles, it felt like home. A few small round tables were scattered throughout the room, and a long bar stretched along the right wall. There was a fireplace burning brightly along the wall to her left,  which had a small plush couch positioned in front of it. ‘Cozy’, Tegan thought as she settled down onto the couch. All three small children came to rest beside her as their mother continued onward towards the bar to get them drinks. 

“And what of that boy I know you’ve been talking to?” Hanna’s voice echoed from further back in the tavern. She stood behind the bar pouring various drinks into small glasses.

“He’s not a boy, Hanna. And what of him?” Tegan rolled her eyes but smiled softly.

“Well, I know you’ve been seeing him for a long time now but you never talk about him. I’ve never met him and beyond simply knowing he exists, you’ve given me no information. I want to make sure he’s good enough for you.” Hanna laughed although she tried her hardest to maintain what Tegan thought was meant to be a serious look.

“He’s wonderful as always. I’d love to tell you all about him, Hanna, truly. Please believe me when I say that I want nothing more than to fall onto this couch and gush about him but, I just can’t yet. One day - hopefully someday soon - I’ll be able to tell you everything.” Tegan sighed.

“I trust you, Tegan. Just promise me that you’ll be careful. And know that we are always here for you should you ever need anything.” Hanna came walking around the couch and set the cups down on a small table situated between the couch and the fireplace. All three children leapt from the couch and settled onto the floor around the table, sipping their small drinks. Hanna passed a glass to Tegan and sat down on the couch next to her.

“I know that Hanna. I am more grateful for you than you could possibly imagine.” Tegan swung her right arm over Hanna’s shoulder and pulled her into a tight side-hug. “Once it’s safe for someone like me to be with him, I promise that bringing him here to meet you will be at the absolute top of my priority list.” Hanna let out a long sigh, but nodded her head in understanding.

“Honestly, only you would end up in some secret, forbidden romance.” Hanna let out a laugh. 

Tegan shook her head but laughed along with her, “and where is your better half?” 

“Oh, you know how he is. Heads out in the morning for a simple task and gets utterly distracted. He’ll be home late again, I’m sure.” Hanna began, flipping her medium length, chocolate brown hair over her shoulder and launching into the latest town gossip her husband had picked up on his daily outings. Tegan leaned back into the couch, kicking off her shoes and pulling her legs up under her. With a drink in her hands and her friend at her side, she felt her lips pull up into a small smile. She was happy. 

the heir & the emissary

Eris Vanserra x OC (estranged Archeron sister)

Prologue

CHAPTER ONE

// 4 years post-UTM //

Tegan came to a stumbling halt on the outskirts of a small village. The sun was high in the sky, its reflection in the white snow was blinding. Placing a hand to her forehead in a makeshift visor, she squinted, surveying the area around her. Winnowing, while possible, was not her forte - she could barely make it one mile at a time on a good day. 

Taking a deep breath, and pulling her coat tighter to her body, Tegan headed off towards the bustling village street. Her dark colored pants and knee-high boots helped to protect her from the chill as the dry air and still winds created the perfect Winter day for strolling. Village workers were milling about, moving goods and shouting to each other. Children ran past her, screams of joy echoing in their wake. Tegan couldn’t stop the bright smile that lit up her face. 

“Good afternoon Tegan!” a voice called from her right. A man, middle aged, with dark brown hair and a coarse beard stood beside a stall.

“Good afternoon Caer! How are you?” Tegan replied, bounding over to the man with a quick wave.

“Doing well on this lovely day. Haven’t seen you round here in a while.”

“The High Lord and his lovely lady have been keeping me rather busy lately but I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to spend this beautiful day visiting my oldest friends.” Tegan stated with a wide grin. She picked up a small trinket off the cart and placed a gold mark down.

“Thank you, dove.” Caer tipped his head in gratitude.

“You are so welcome, Caer. Please say hello to Jassi for me!” She gave him a small wave and skipped off. 

“Aunt Tegan! Aunt Tegan!” Tegan’s ears perked up, hearing the enthused shouts of a few children. She turned quickly and knelt down just in time to catch the small body flying towards her.

“Rivi. How are you sweetheart?” Tegan asked, picking up the small child and settling her onto her hip. She felt hands grabbing at the edge of her coat and glanced down. “Rhellan and Fonn, I missed you lovelies! And look at how you’ve grown!”

“We’re good! We missed you so much Aunt Tegan. Mama says you’re really busy keeping the Winter court safe so that we can go out and play everyday.” The small girl in her arms exclaimed. 

“Yeah! And Mama also says that you miss us too when you’re gone.” Rhellan stated.

“Well, she is right about that bit. I do miss you all terribly when I’m away.” Tegan twisted her body to locate their mother, quickly meeting the bright, jade eyes of a woman further down the road and she waved. She began walking towards her, keeping a tight grip on Rivi while the two young boys, clinging to her coat, followed closely behind.

“Hanna, it’s so good to see you.” She reached out her free arm, wrapping the woman in a tight hug and pulling Rivi along. 

“We’ve missed you Tegan. I’m sure they’re keeping you up to your neck in diplomatic meetings but you can’t forget about your dearest friends. Between these three little ones and their antics, I may just lose my sanity without you coming to see me more often,” Hanna let out a small laugh, running her hand over the back of Fonn’s small head who was now standing at her side. 

“Hopefully I will start to have more free time soon so I can come and see these cuties more often. They’re growing so fast I may not recognize them next time,” Tegan chuckled. “How’s the business? Everything going okay around here?”

“Yes, Tegan. Please, you don’t need to worry so much. The bar is doing just fine. Everything has been business as usual around here,” Hanna reassured.

“Good, I’m glad. I worry about you all when I’m away for a while, you know.” Tegan smiled. She lowered Rivi back onto the ground, placing a large, exaggerated kiss onto her rounded cheeks, causing the girl to squeal with delight.

“You know, you look good. Healthy and happy. I’m really glad to see you looking so well and smiling so much. When I met you, I don’t think I could’ve ever pictured your smile being so bright.” Hannah sighed, a small, sad smile gracing her delicate features.

“That was a long time ago, Hanna. A lot has happened since then. I mean, it has been nine years since we first met. I would certainly hope I look happier and healthier now that I’ve been free for almost a decade,” Tegan joked. And though the statement was issued with a lighthearted, breathy laugh and a small smile, it didn’t erase the sad undertone it carried. 

“That is true and I for one am glad of it. At least you no longer reek of Spring.” Hanna laughed, giving a small nudge to Tegan’s shoulder. A burst of laughter escaped her and soon the two women had dissolved into a fit of giggles. “Would you like to come in for a drink?” 

“Of course. I can only stay for one though! The High Lord and Viv need me coherent when I get back to the palace.” Tegan chuckled and followed her friend into the building behind them. She knew it well; had even worked there for a while.

The tavern was small. Constructed completely from logs, smelling of pine and dimly lit by candles, it felt like home. A few small round tables were scattered throughout the room, and a long bar stretched along the right wall. There was a fireplace burning brightly along the wall to her left,  which had a small plush couch positioned in front of it. ‘Cozy’, Tegan thought as she settled down onto the couch. All three small children came to rest beside her as their mother continued onward towards the bar to get them drinks. 

“And what of that boy I know you’ve been talking to?” Hanna’s voice echoed from further back in the tavern. She stood behind the bar pouring various drinks into small glasses.

“He’s not a boy, Hanna. And what of him?” Tegan rolled her eyes but smiled softly.

“Well, I know you’ve been seeing him for a long time now but you never talk about him. I’ve never met him and beyond simply knowing he exists, you’ve given me no information. I want to make sure he’s good enough for you.” Hanna laughed although she tried her hardest to maintain what Tegan thought was meant to be a serious look.

“He’s wonderful as always. I’d love to tell you all about him, Hanna, truly. Please believe me when I say that I want nothing more than to fall onto this couch and gush about him but, I just can’t yet. One day - hopefully someday soon - I’ll be able to tell you everything.” Tegan sighed.

“I trust you, Tegan. Just promise me that you’ll be careful. And know that we are always here for you should you ever need anything.” Hanna came walking around the couch and set the cups down on a small table situated between the couch and the fireplace. All three children leapt from the couch and settled onto the floor around the table, sipping their small drinks. Hanna passed a glass to Tegan and sat down on the couch next to her.

“I know that Hanna. I am more grateful for you than you could possibly imagine.” Tegan swung her right arm over Hanna’s shoulder and pulled her into a tight side-hug. “Once it’s safe for someone like me to be with him, I promise that bringing him here to meet you will be at the absolute top of my priority list.” Hanna let out a long sigh, but nodded her head in understanding.

“Honestly, only you would end up in some secret, forbidden romance.” Hanna let out a laugh. 

Tegan shook her head but laughed along with her, “and where is your better half?” 

“Oh, you know how he is. Heads out in the morning for a simple task and gets utterly distracted. He’ll be home late again, I’m sure.” Hanna began, flipping her medium length, chocolate brown hair over her shoulder and launching into the latest town gossip her husband had picked up on his daily outings. Tegan leaned back into the couch, kicking off her shoes and pulling her legs up under her. With a drink in her hands and her friend at her side, she felt her lips pull up into a small smile. She was happy. 

the heir & the emissary

Eris Vanserra x OC (estranged Archeron sister)

Chapter One

CHAPTER TWO

A loud creaking sound echoed throughout the palace as two, large, ornately decorated cedar doors swung open. Tegan strode through them into an equally large study, a whisper of wind blowing around her. The room was spacious with bright white marble floors, cold stone walls and a beautiful, warm fireplace with a crackling inferno at the hearth. Before the fireplace sat a large, low wooden table and two plush, dark leather couches. The walls of the study were covered, floor to ceiling, in elaborate bookshelves. Across the room sat a sleek desk littered with papers and a High Lord who looked to be on the verge of screaming. His head was bent, held up by his forehead with two open palms. His mate stood beside him, one hand resting on his shoulder in a comforting gesture. 

Two heads of ice-blonde hair snapped up at the sound of the opening doors and Tegan was instantly met with strikingly similar sets of piercing blue eyes. She gave a small smile and she could feel the tension immediately begin to bleed from the room.

“Who died?” Tegan snorted, shuffling into the room and throwing herself onto one of the couches. She kicked off her boots and pulled her legs up onto the couch, stretching her left arm over the back and twisting her body to face her High Lord and Lady. Kallias gave her the most deadpan stare he could muster, though she could see the small twitch of his lips giving away his amusement. 

“Oh yes, just make yourself at home,” Kallias grumbled. Viviane let out a small giggle as she moved around the couch and settled down on the opposite end from Tegan. She too kicked off her shoes and brought her legs up underneath her. She reached out to grab a steaming mug from the wooden table and passed it to Tegan.

“Ignore him, we’ve received a rather interesting set of responses from some other courts which we’ll discuss later. First though,” Vivane put her hand on Tegans, which remained stretched out across the back of the couch, “tell us about your day. How is the village doing? Everyone is safe and doing well?” 

Tegan smiled brightly. “Yes, everyone is doing well. I spent most of the day with Hanna and the kids. I can’t believe how fast they’ve grown. They are most definitely going to give her a run for her money as they get older, especially Rivi.” 

“I don’t doubt it for a second. Serves her right for all the shenanigans she got up to in her youth.” Viviane laughed, a fond smile on her face. 

Kallias stood up from the desk and moved to take a seat on the other couch. He leaned back, legs spread out before him in a perfect picture of nonchalance. He smiled softly observing the conversation. 

“How’s the tavern doing?” Kallias asked as he leaned forward to grasp his own mug from the table.

“It’s doing well. Just as cozy as ever,” Tegan replied, a mischievous look flashing in her eyes. “We'll have to get you back there for another rowdy night soon. Nothing more entertaining than watching you-” Tegan was cut off by a large hand slapping over her mouth. The corner of her eyes crinkled with joy as her muffled laugh could be heard through his fingers.

“Oh no you don’t. We don’t talk about that night.” He laughed lightly. Tegan stuck out her tongue, lightly licking his palm. His face scrunched up in disgust as he quickly pulled his hand away from her face. “Eww, gross Tegan!” He whined, rubbing his palm against his thigh vigorously.

Viviane let out a burst of laughter, joy shining brightly in her eyes. “Honestly, the two of you are like squabbling children.” Both Kallias and Tegan turned to her with bright smiles. 

“He might be my High Lord in title, but really he’s more like my annoying older brother.” Tegan snarked, pointing a thumb over her shoulder at him. Kallias placed a hand over his heart and gasped in mock offense.

“Believe me Tegan, I am well aware,” Vivane laughed. “Now, before you two can get too wild, I think we ought to talk about the letters we received.” In an instant the room changed. Seriousness settled over her two friends and Tegan's smile dropped from her face.

“What happened?” She questioned, looking back and forth between the two.

Kallias cleared his throat, placing his mug back on the table and stood. He brushed his hands over the front of his pants and made his way back to his desk. He picked up two letters and handed them to Tegan. Tegan’s view moved downward from the face of her High Lord to the papers now sitting in her open hand.

Kallias,

I regret to inform you that the Spring court will be unable to attend the upcoming meeting. I have another prearranged meeting I must attend that cannot be postponed. 

-Tamlin

__

Kallias,

I will be unable to attend the meeting as I have another meeting which cannot be postponed. I will be sending my eldest son in my place. 

-Beron

Tegan studied the letters. She read them once, twice, three times before her eyes moved back up to the faces of her friends. They wore matching worried expressions, with furrowed brows and near identical frowns. She would have laughed at the image they portrayed if not for the gnawing feeling in her gut. 

“They are meeting each other… are they not?” Tegan whispered. Kallias let out a long sigh and nodded.

“We believe that may be the case. For obvious reasons we cannot prove it based on just these letters but it seems rather clear.” He ran a hand through his hair in a clear sign of distress. Tegans gaze slid over to Viviane whose head was tilted up towards her mate, eyes firmly on him as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. Kallias let out another long sigh and sat down on the table in front of her. He took her hands in his and met her eyes. “Tegan, I hate to ask this of you. It makes me sick to have to even suggest it but there is nobody else in the court that I would trust this with.”

“What is it?” Tegan whispered again, nausea beginning to build within her. Her eyes darted back and forth between Kallias and Viviane.

“We need you to take a small trip to the Spring court tomorrow.” Tegan sucked in a harsh breath. “You don’t need to speak to anyone, in fact we’d prefer if you didn’t. We really just need you to take a look around and see if anything seems amiss.” She looked down at the hands holding hers. The hands that belonged to Kallias, her brother in all but blood. She let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

“Okay. If you need me to do this, I will. I’m not sure if I will be back in time for the meeting though.” Tegan replied.

“We know. Rhysand will be here with the whole entourage so we figured you might appreciate being away.” Vivane spoke up from beside her.

“While I appreciate the concern, it is unnecessary. I have a duty to this court to be here during these meetings. Besides, I haven’t seen them since I was 16. It has been 11 years since then. I doubt they would even recognize me.” Tegan responded.

“Tomorrow is going to be hard enough for you as it stands. You don’t need to force yourself into the meeting as well, Tegan. You have nothing to prove to anyone.” Kallias spoke in a soft tone. 

“It’s not about proving anything Kallias. I am a high ranking member of this court. I need to be there. I promise I won’t cause a scene if that is what you’re worried about.” Tegan let out a small laugh. “Besides, I have personal reasons for wanting to attend as well.”

Viviane let out a breathy laugh, “oh trust me Tegan, we know.” She gave her an exaggerated wink. It was as if someone had relit the fire in the room as the cold seriousness gave way to the playful atmosphere once again. Tegan lightly shoved Viviane’s shoulder and stuck her tongue out at her.

“Now who’s acting like squabbling children?” Kallias exclaimed. Both women fell over each other, into a fit of giggles. Regardless of what tomorrow may bring, Tegan vowed to do anything in her power to protect this family of hers… no matter the cost.

the heir & the emissary

Eris Vanserra x OC (estranged Archeron sister)

Chapter One

CHAPTER TWO

A loud creaking sound echoed throughout the palace as two, large, ornately decorated cedar doors swung open. Tegan strode through them into an equally large study, a whisper of wind blowing around her. The room was spacious with bright white marble floors, cold stone walls and a beautiful, warm fireplace with a crackling inferno at the hearth. Before the fireplace sat a large, low wooden table and two plush, dark leather couches. The walls of the study were covered, floor to ceiling, in elaborate bookshelves. Across the room sat a sleek desk littered with papers and a High Lord who looked to be on the verge of screaming. His head was bent, held up by his forehead with two open palms. His mate stood beside him, one hand resting on his shoulder in a comforting gesture. 

Two heads of ice-blonde hair snapped up at the sound of the opening doors and Tegan was instantly met with strikingly similar sets of piercing blue eyes. She gave a small smile and she could feel the tension immediately begin to bleed from the room.

“Who died?” Tegan snorted, shuffling into the room and throwing herself onto one of the couches. She kicked off her boots and pulled her legs up onto the couch, stretching her left arm over the back and twisting her body to face her High Lord and Lady. Kallias gave her the most deadpan stare he could muster, though she could see the small twitch of his lips giving away his amusement. 

“Oh yes, just make yourself at home,” Kallias grumbled. Viviane let out a small giggle as she moved around the couch and settled down on the opposite end from Tegan. She too kicked off her shoes and brought her legs up underneath her. She reached out to grab a steaming mug from the wooden table and passed it to Tegan.

“Ignore him, we’ve received a rather interesting set of responses from some other courts which we’ll discuss later. First though,” Vivane put her hand on Tegans, which remained stretched out across the back of the couch, “tell us about your day. How is the village doing? Everyone is safe and doing well?” 

Tegan smiled brightly. “Yes, everyone is doing well. I spent most of the day with Hanna and the kids. I can’t believe how fast they’ve grown. They are most definitely going to give her a run for her money as they get older, especially Rivi.” 

“I don’t doubt it for a second. Serves her right for all the shenanigans she got up to in her youth.” Viviane laughed, a fond smile on her face. 

Kallias stood up from the desk and moved to take a seat on the other couch. He leaned back, legs spread out before him in a perfect picture of nonchalance. He smiled softly observing the conversation. 

“How’s the tavern doing?” Kallias asked as he leaned forward to grasp his own mug from the table.

“It’s doing well. Just as cozy as ever,” Tegan replied, a mischievous look flashing in her eyes. “We'll have to get you back there for another rowdy night soon. Nothing more entertaining than watching you-” Tegan was cut off by a large hand slapping over her mouth. The corner of her eyes crinkled with joy as her muffled laugh could be heard through his fingers.

“Oh no you don’t. We don’t talk about that night.” He laughed lightly. Tegan stuck out her tongue, lightly licking his palm. His face scrunched up in disgust as he quickly pulled his hand away from her face. “Eww, gross Tegan!” He whined, rubbing his palm against his thigh vigorously.

Viviane let out a burst of laughter, joy shining brightly in her eyes. “Honestly, the two of you are like squabbling children.” Both Kallias and Tegan turned to her with bright smiles. 

“He might be my High Lord in title, but really he’s more like my annoying older brother.” Tegan snarked, pointing a thumb over her shoulder at him. Kallias placed a hand over his heart and gasped in mock offense.

“Believe me Tegan, I am well aware,” Vivane laughed. “Now, before you two can get too wild, I think we ought to talk about the letters we received.” In an instant the room changed. Seriousness settled over her two friends and Tegan's smile dropped from her face.

“What happened?” She questioned, looking back and forth between the two.

Kallias cleared his throat, placing his mug back on the table and stood. He brushed his hands over the front of his pants and made his way back to his desk. He picked up two letters and handed them to Tegan. Tegan’s view moved downward from the face of her High Lord to the papers now sitting in her open hand.

Kallias,

I regret to inform you that the Spring court will be unable to attend the upcoming meeting. I have another prearranged meeting I must attend that cannot be postponed. 

-Tamlin

__

Kallias,

I will be unable to attend the meeting as I have another meeting which cannot be postponed. I will be sending my eldest son in my place. 

-Beron

Tegan studied the letters. She read them once, twice, three times before her eyes moved back up to the faces of her friends. They wore matching worried expressions, with furrowed brows and near identical frowns. She would have laughed at the image they portrayed if not for the gnawing feeling in her gut. 

“They are meeting each other… are they not?” Tegan whispered. Kallias let out a long sigh and nodded.

“We believe that may be the case. For obvious reasons we cannot prove it based on just these letters but it seems rather clear.” He ran a hand through his hair in a clear sign of distress. Tegans gaze slid over to Viviane whose head was tilted up towards her mate, eyes firmly on him as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. Kallias let out another long sigh and sat down on the table in front of her. He took her hands in his and met her eyes. “Tegan, I hate to ask this of you. It makes me sick to have to even suggest it but there is nobody else in the court that I would trust this with.”

“What is it?” Tegan whispered again, nausea beginning to build within her. Her eyes darted back and forth between Kallias and Viviane.

“We need you to take a small trip to the Spring court tomorrow.” Tegan sucked in a harsh breath. “You don’t need to speak to anyone, in fact we’d prefer if you didn’t. We really just need you to take a look around and see if anything seems amiss.” She looked down at the hands holding hers. The hands that belonged to Kallias, her brother in all but blood. She let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

“Okay. If you need me to do this, I will. I’m not sure if I will be back in time for the meeting though.” Tegan replied.

“We know. Rhysand will be here with the whole entourage so we figured you might appreciate being away.” Vivane spoke up from beside her.

“While I appreciate the concern, it is unnecessary. I have a duty to this court to be here during these meetings. Besides, I haven’t seen them since I was 16. It has been 11 years since then. I doubt they would even recognize me.” Tegan responded.

“Tomorrow is going to be hard enough for you as it stands. You don’t need to force yourself into the meeting as well, Tegan. You have nothing to prove to anyone.” Kallias spoke in a soft tone. 

“It’s not about proving anything Kallias. I am a high ranking member of this court. I need to be there. I promise I won’t cause a scene if that is what you’re worried about.” Tegan let out a small laugh. “Besides, I have personal reasons for wanting to attend as well.”

Viviane let out a breathy laugh, “oh trust me Tegan, we know.” She gave her an exaggerated wink. It was as if someone had relit the fire in the room as the cold seriousness gave way to the playful atmosphere once again. Tegan lightly shoved Viviane’s shoulder and stuck her tongue out at her.

“Now who’s acting like squabbling children?” Kallias exclaimed. Both women fell over each other, into a fit of giggles. Regardless of what tomorrow may bring, Tegan vowed to do anything in her power to protect this family of hers… no matter the cost.

the heir & the emissary

Eris Vanserra x OC (estranged Archeron sister)

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Feyre sat bolt upright in a high back chair situated at one end of a long, ornate table. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and her hands folded upon the tabletop. She was the picture of calm, easy, elegance. To her left sat Rhys, covered head to toe in exquisite black garments as he reclined in his seat, occasionally picking at his cuticles as though he couldn’t be any more bored if he tried. And located just behind them, in her peripheral vision was the remainder of her family. She could see two large sets of wings and two pairs of elegantly long legs sitting stock still. She allowed herself to glance around the table, taking in those in attendance.

At the opposite end of the long table sat Kallias and Viviane acting as the hosts of this meeting. They were the sparkling embodiment of icy indifference; their hands clasped together on the table in a show of unity. To their right sat Tarquin and to his right sat Thesan. To their left sat Eris and to his left sat Helion. She allowed her gaze to swivel around the table and it did not escape her notice that still, after all this time, the table was effectively separated between seasonal and solar courts. 

“I know we have been here for rather longer than I had originally hoped today so I’d like to start wrapping this meeting up soon but before we can do so, there is one more issue we need to discuss,” Kallias spoke, his gaze falling upon Eris. “As you can all see we seem to be missing two high lords and we received, frankly, suspicious letters from both of them regarding this meeting.” Kallias passed the letters along the table. 

“My father has been increasingly paranoid lately and more secretive than usual. That alone is not cause for concern, given my fathers temperament but I’ve also noticed a large number of warriors being reallocated to projects I am not privy to.” Eris stated. 

The letters made their way around the table and finally Feyre was able to pick one up. She read them over quickly before passing them to Rhys. 

“These are nearly identical notes,” Feyre gasped. Her eyes pulled up to look across the table to Kallias and Viviane. 

“Yes. It is worrisome. We can reasonably assume that they are meeting with each other but for what reason we can only guess at this time.” Viviane nodded slightly.

“I can send my Spymaster to Spring to take a look around. Maybe we can see if anything strange is going on over there. Well, beyond the obvious,” Rhys said, smirking. “Think you can get any more information from Beron?” He added, addressing Eris directly for the first time.

“I can try, though he is particularly distrustful of me lately. I’ll see what I can do.” Eris responded.

“We also have someone currently looking into the situation in Spring. She’s there as we speak so we should hopefully have some new intel soon.” Viviane spoke softly. Eris’ head snapped in her direction, flames alight in his eyes.

“You sent her to Spring?” He hissed, hackles rising in agitation. Feyre’s eyebrows shot up into her hairline as she fought to keep the surprise off her face. Rhys tilted his head slightly to the right, the only outward display that Eris’ behavior had also caught his attention. In all the years they had been dealing with Eris at this point neither had ever seen such genuine emotion out of him.

“We asked her to go and she agreed.” Viviane replied, keeping her face neutral. 

He shot up out of his seat, palms flat against the table and glaring down his nose at her. “You know how she feels about that place after all she has been through. How could you ask her to go there?” Kallias was immediately out of his seat.

“Sit down Eris. You’re one step away from being out of line.” Kallias growled out. The two males stared each other down for a few more seconds before Eris brushed his hands over his chest and sat back down. Kallias was soon to follow. 

What was that? Feyre reached out to the minds of her companions.

I have never, in all my years of knowing him, seen him react that way to anything. Rhys responded. 

“She should be back shortly,” Kallias resumed speaking, glancing over to Eris again, “perfectly unharmed.” He then allowed his attention to fall back to the room as a whole, “I have asked a close friend and advisor of mine to take a peak around and just see what she could find. I will get what information I can from her as soon as she returns.”

Eris let out a little laugh under his breath, “advisor huh? Did she get a promotion?”

Viviane let out a small, breathy, laugh as well, “you know as well as I do that while her official title is ‘emissary’ she does much, much more than that for us.” Eris nodded, a small smile upon his lips. Feyre blinked. She could barely comprehend what she was witnessing. A genuine smile? At the thought of another? She looked back at him but found his face to be as blank as could be. Had she imagined it?

The meeting continued for a short while longer and the sun was beginning to go down in the sky by the time they had called it quits. 

“Unfortunately, you cannot winnow from within the palace walls. We will need to exit to the main courtyard out front before you can pass the wards and leave. Let us walk you.” Kallias advised, standing from his seat. He took Viviane’s hand, pulling her to stand and placing a kiss upon her knuckles. They nodded to the guard stationed beside the large cedar doors and they were promptly hoisted open. The High Lord and Lady of Winter proceeded through the open doors and down the long corridor which would take them and their guests beyond the palace walls.

Behind them strode Helion, Thesan and Tarquin deep in conversation. Their heads were bent together, large grins on their faces. It was likely that they were spreading some gossip or another, as they were wont to do. Eris followed closely behind them, his hands were stuck into his pockets and his head held high. Despite his posture displaying the usual arrogant demeanor, the furrowing of his brows and downturn of his lips gave away his internal struggle. 

Pulling up the rear of the group were the High Lord and High Lady of Night and their Inner Circle. None of them spoke a word but shared looks amongst themselves that screamed ‘we have so much to discuss when we get home’. Cassian had Nesta tucked into his side, one wing being used to huddle her in closer. Rhys and Feyre had their hands clasped between them, walking with Azriel and Mor hovering on either side of them. 

Up ahead Feyre saw Kallias and Viviane come to a stop in the entrance to the courtyard. Though she was much too far behind to hear words she could see that they were speaking to someone. Kallias’ body blocked them from her view but she could see Viviane reach out a hand to lightly brush their arm in a motion of comfort. 

The group continued to get closer as they moved down the corridor. She heard Kallias let out a small chuckle and saw him nod his head in a clear act of dismissal. Everything beyond this point happened so fast, that to this day she remains unsure if this was all a fever dream. 

Eris came to a halt in front of them at the opening of the courtyard, just beyond the wards, removing his hands from his pockets, causing them to come to an abrupt stop as well so as not to crash into him. The body of a small woman stepped around Kallias and came flying at full speed through the courtyard in a sprint. Rhys stuck his arm out in front of Feyre and two sets of wings flared out around her in a protective manner, covering all three females present. 

The woman approached Eris and flung herself into the air. He caught her easily around the waist, spinning in an attempt to keep them both upright. A loud squealing noise filled the air which was immediately followed by a bellowing laugh. Her arms were thrown round his neck and her face was buried in the crook of his neck as well. His eyes were closed and the brightest smile Feyre had ever seen adorned his face.

One arm remained around her waist as he lowered her feet to the floor, his other hand moving up her spine and burying itself into her pale blonde hair. She pulled her head back to look at his face, wearing an equally bright smile. 

“Eris,” she breathed, “you’re here.” Feyre could see her profile and was able to catch the small tears beading in her blue-gray eyes. Eyes that were so familiar. Eyes that she saw every time she looked at her sister; every time she looked into the mirror. 

“Tegan,” he looked upon her face as if attempting to memorize every inch of her. He looked up briefly, catching Kallias’ gaze. Kallias gave him a brief nod which he returned before he was swallowed up by magic and disappeared before their eyes.

the heir & the emissary

Eris Vanserra x OC (estranged Archeron sister)

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Feyre sat bolt upright in a high back chair situated at one end of a long, ornate table. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and her hands folded upon the tabletop. She was the picture of calm, easy, elegance. To her left sat Rhys, covered head to toe in exquisite black garments as he reclined in his seat, occasionally picking at his cuticles as though he couldn’t be any more bored if he tried. And located just behind them, in her peripheral vision was the remainder of her family. She could see two large sets of wings and two pairs of elegantly long legs sitting stock still. She allowed herself to glance around the table, taking in those in attendance.

At the opposite end of the long table sat Kallias and Viviane acting as the hosts of this meeting. They were the sparkling embodiment of icy indifference; their hands clasped together on the table in a show of unity. To their right sat Tarquin and to his right sat Thesan. To their left sat Eris and to his left sat Helion. She allowed her gaze to swivel around the table and it did not escape her notice that still, after all this time, the table was effectively separated between seasonal and solar courts. 

“I know we have been here for rather longer than I had originally hoped today so I’d like to start wrapping this meeting up soon but before we can do so, there is one more issue we need to discuss,” Kallias spoke, his gaze falling upon Eris. “As you can all see we seem to be missing two high lords and we received, frankly, suspicious letters from both of them regarding this meeting.” Kallias passed the letters along the table. 

“My father has been increasingly paranoid lately and more secretive than usual. That alone is not cause for concern, given my fathers temperament but I’ve also noticed a large number of warriors being reallocated to projects I am not privy to.” Eris stated. 

The letters made their way around the table and finally Feyre was able to pick one up. She read them over quickly before passing them to Rhys. 

“These are nearly identical notes,” Feyre gasped. Her eyes pulled up to look across the table to Kallias and Viviane. 

“Yes. It is worrisome. We can reasonably assume that they are meeting with each other but for what reason we can only guess at this time.” Viviane nodded slightly.

“I can send my Spymaster to Spring to take a look around. Maybe we can see if anything strange is going on over there. Well, beyond the obvious,” Rhys said, smirking. “Think you can get any more information from Beron?” He added, addressing Eris directly for the first time.

“I can try, though he is particularly distrustful of me lately. I’ll see what I can do.” Eris responded.

“We also have someone currently looking into the situation in Spring. She’s there as we speak so we should hopefully have some new intel soon.” Viviane spoke softly. Eris’ head snapped in her direction, flames alight in his eyes.

“You sent her to Spring?” He hissed, hackles rising in agitation. Feyre’s eyebrows shot up into her hairline as she fought to keep the surprise off her face. Rhys tilted his head slightly to the right, the only outward display that Eris’ behavior had also caught his attention. In all the years they had been dealing with Eris at this point neither had ever seen such genuine emotion out of him.

“We asked her to go and she agreed.” Viviane replied, keeping her face neutral. 

He shot up out of his seat, palms flat against the table and glaring down his nose at her. “You know how she feels about that place after all she has been through. How could you ask her to go there?” Kallias was immediately out of his seat.

“Sit down Eris. You’re one step away from being out of line.” Kallias growled out. The two males stared each other down for a few more seconds before Eris brushed his hands over his chest and sat back down. Kallias was soon to follow. 

What was that? Feyre reached out to the minds of her companions.

I have never, in all my years of knowing him, seen him react that way to anything. Rhys responded. 

“She should be back shortly,” Kallias resumed speaking, glancing over to Eris again, “perfectly unharmed.” He then allowed his attention to fall back to the room as a whole, “I have asked a close friend and advisor of mine to take a peak around and just see what she could find. I will get what information I can from her as soon as she returns.”

Eris let out a little laugh under his breath, “advisor huh? Did she get a promotion?”

Viviane let out a small, breathy, laugh as well, “you know as well as I do that while her official title is ‘emissary’ she does much, much more than that for us.” Eris nodded, a small smile upon his lips. Feyre blinked. She could barely comprehend what she was witnessing. A genuine smile? At the thought of another? She looked back at him but found his face to be as blank as could be. Had she imagined it?

The meeting continued for a short while longer and the sun was beginning to go down in the sky by the time they had called it quits. 

“Unfortunately, you cannot winnow from within the palace walls. We will need to exit to the main courtyard out front before you can pass the wards and leave. Let us walk you.” Kallias advised, standing from his seat. He took Viviane’s hand, pulling her to stand and placing a kiss upon her knuckles. They nodded to the guard stationed beside the large cedar doors and they were promptly hoisted open. The High Lord and Lady of Winter proceeded through the open doors and down the long corridor which would take them and their guests beyond the palace walls.

Behind them strode Helion, Thesan and Tarquin deep in conversation. Their heads were bent together, large grins on their faces. It was likely that they were spreading some gossip or another, as they were wont to do. Eris followed closely behind them, his hands were stuck into his pockets and his head held high. Despite his posture displaying the usual arrogant demeanor, the furrowing of his brows and downturn of his lips gave away his internal struggle. 

Pulling up the rear of the group were the High Lord and High Lady of Night and their Inner Circle. None of them spoke a word but shared looks amongst themselves that screamed ‘we have so much to discuss when we get home’. Cassian had Nesta tucked into his side, one wing being used to huddle her in closer. Rhys and Feyre had their hands clasped between them, walking with Azriel and Mor hovering on either side of them. 

Up ahead Feyre saw Kallias and Viviane come to a stop in the entrance to the courtyard. Though she was much too far behind to hear words she could see that they were speaking to someone. Kallias’ body blocked them from her view but she could see Viviane reach out a hand to lightly brush their arm in a motion of comfort. 

The group continued to get closer as they moved down the corridor. She heard Kallias let out a small chuckle and saw him nod his head in a clear act of dismissal. Everything beyond this point happened so fast, that to this day she remains unsure if this was all a fever dream. 

Eris came to a halt in front of them at the opening of the courtyard, just beyond the wards, removing his hands from his pockets, causing them to come to an abrupt stop as well so as not to crash into him. The body of a small woman stepped around Kallias and came flying at full speed through the courtyard in a sprint. Rhys stuck his arm out in front of Feyre and two sets of wings flared out around her in a protective manner, covering all three females present. 

The woman approached Eris and flung herself into the air. He caught her easily around the waist, spinning in an attempt to keep them both upright. A loud squealing noise filled the air which was immediately followed by a bellowing laugh. Her arms were thrown round his neck and her face was buried in the crook of his neck as well. His eyes were closed and the brightest smile Feyre had ever seen adorned his face.

One arm remained around her waist as he lowered her feet to the floor, his other hand moving up her spine and burying itself into her pale blonde hair. She pulled her head back to look at his face, wearing an equally bright smile. 

“Eris,” she breathed, “you’re here.” Feyre could see her profile and was able to catch the small tears beading in her blue-gray eyes. Eyes that were so familiar. Eyes that she saw every time she looked at her sister; every time she looked into the mirror. 

“Tegan,” he looked upon her face as if attempting to memorize every inch of her. He looked up briefly, catching Kallias’ gaze. Kallias gave him a brief nod which he returned before he was swallowed up by magic and disappeared before their eyes.

the heir & the emissary

Eris Vanserra x OC (estranged Archeron sister)

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Feyre sat bolt upright in a high back chair situated at one end of a long, ornate table. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and her hands folded upon the tabletop. She was the picture of calm, easy, elegance. To her left sat Rhys, covered head to toe in exquisite black garments as he reclined in his seat, occasionally picking at his cuticles as though he couldn’t be any more bored if he tried. And located just behind them, in her peripheral vision was the remainder of her family. She could see two large sets of wings and two pairs of elegantly long legs sitting stock still. She allowed herself to glance around the table, taking in those in attendance.

At the opposite end of the long table sat Kallias and Viviane acting as the hosts of this meeting. They were the sparkling embodiment of icy indifference; their hands clasped together on the table in a show of unity. To their right sat Tarquin and to his right sat Thesan. To their left sat Eris and to his left sat Helion. She allowed her gaze to swivel around the table and it did not escape her notice that still, after all this time, the table was effectively separated between seasonal and solar courts. 

“I know we have been here for rather longer than I had originally hoped today so I’d like to start wrapping this meeting up soon but before we can do so, there is one more issue we need to discuss,” Kallias spoke, his gaze falling upon Eris. “As you can all see we seem to be missing two high lords and we received, frankly, suspicious letters from both of them regarding this meeting.” Kallias passed the letters along the table. 

“My father has been increasingly paranoid lately and more secretive than usual. That alone is not cause for concern, given my fathers temperament but I’ve also noticed a large number of warriors being reallocated to projects I am not privy to.” Eris stated. 

The letters made their way around the table and finally Feyre was able to pick one up. She read them over quickly before passing them to Rhys. 

“These are nearly identical notes,” Feyre gasped. Her eyes pulled up to look across the table to Kallias and Viviane. 

“Yes. It is worrisome. We can reasonably assume that they are meeting with each other but for what reason we can only guess at this time.” Viviane nodded slightly.

“I can send my Spymaster to Spring to take a look around. Maybe we can see if anything strange is going on over there. Well, beyond the obvious,” Rhys said, smirking. “Think you can get any more information from Beron?” He added, addressing Eris directly for the first time.

“I can try, though he is particularly distrustful of me lately. I’ll see what I can do.” Eris responded.

“We also have someone currently looking into the situation in Spring. She’s there as we speak so we should hopefully have some new intel soon.” Viviane spoke softly. Eris’ head snapped in her direction, flames alight in his eyes.

“You sent her to Spring?” He hissed, hackles rising in agitation. Feyre’s eyebrows shot up into her hairline as she fought to keep the surprise off her face. Rhys tilted his head slightly to the right, the only outward display that Eris’ behavior had also caught his attention. In all the years they had been dealing with Eris at this point neither had ever seen such genuine emotion out of him.

“We asked her to go and she agreed.” Viviane replied, keeping her face neutral. 

He shot up out of his seat, palms flat against the table and glaring down his nose at her. “You know how she feels about that place after all she has been through. How could you ask her to go there?” Kallias was immediately out of his seat.

“Sit down Eris. You’re one step away from being out of line.” Kallias growled out. The two males stared each other down for a few more seconds before Eris brushed his hands over his chest and sat back down. Kallias was soon to follow. 

What was that? Feyre reached out to the minds of her companions.

I have never, in all my years of knowing him, seen him react that way to anything. Rhys responded. 

“She should be back shortly,” Kallias resumed speaking, glancing over to Eris again, “perfectly unharmed.” He then allowed his attention to fall back to the room as a whole, “I have asked a close friend and advisor of mine to take a peak around and just see what she could find. I will get what information I can from her as soon as she returns.”

Eris let out a little laugh under his breath, “advisor huh? Did she get a promotion?”

Viviane let out a small, breathy, laugh as well, “you know as well as I do that while her official title is ‘emissary’ she does much, much more than that for us.” Eris nodded, a small smile upon his lips. Feyre blinked. She could barely comprehend what she was witnessing. A genuine smile? At the thought of another? She looked back at him but found his face to be as blank as could be. Had she imagined it?

The meeting continued for a short while longer and the sun was beginning to go down in the sky by the time they had called it quits. 

“Unfortunately, you cannot winnow from within the palace walls. We will need to exit to the main courtyard out front before you can pass the wards and leave. Let us walk you.” Kallias advised, standing from his seat. He took Viviane’s hand, pulling her to stand and placing a kiss upon her knuckles. They nodded to the guard stationed beside the large cedar doors and they were promptly hoisted open. The High Lord and Lady of Winter proceeded through the open doors and down the long corridor which would take them and their guests beyond the palace walls.

Behind them strode Helion, Thesan and Tarquin deep in conversation. Their heads were bent together, large grins on their faces. It was likely that they were spreading some gossip or another, as they were wont to do. Eris followed closely behind them, his hands were stuck into his pockets and his head held high. Despite his posture displaying the usual arrogant demeanor, the furrowing of his brows and downturn of his lips gave away his internal struggle. 

Pulling up the rear of the group were the High Lord and High Lady of Night and their Inner Circle. None of them spoke a word but shared looks amongst themselves that screamed ‘we have so much to discuss when we get home’. Cassian had Nesta tucked into his side, one wing being used to huddle her in closer. Rhys and Feyre had their hands clasped between them, walking with Azriel and Mor hovering on either side of them. 

Up ahead Feyre saw Kallias and Viviane come to a stop in the entrance to the courtyard. Though she was much too far behind to hear words she could see that they were speaking to someone. Kallias’ body blocked them from her view but she could see Viviane reach out a hand to lightly brush their arm in a motion of comfort. 

The group continued to get closer as they moved down the corridor. She heard Kallias let out a small chuckle and saw him nod his head in a clear act of dismissal. Everything beyond this point happened so fast, that to this day she remains unsure if this was all a fever dream. 

Eris came to a halt in front of them at the opening of the courtyard, just beyond the wards, removing his hands from his pockets, causing them to come to an abrupt stop as well so as not to crash into him. The body of a small woman stepped around Kallias and came flying at full speed through the courtyard in a sprint. Rhys stuck his arm out in front of Feyre and two sets of wings flared out around her in a protective manner, covering all three females present. 

The woman approached Eris and flung herself into the air. He caught her easily around the waist, spinning in an attempt to keep them both upright. A loud squealing noise filled the air which was immediately followed by a bellowing laugh. Her arms were thrown round his neck and her face was buried in the crook of his neck as well. His eyes were closed and the brightest smile Feyre had ever seen adorned his face.

One arm remained around her waist as he lowered her feet to the floor, his other hand moving up her spine and burying itself into her pale blonde hair. She pulled her head back to look at his face, wearing an equally bright smile. 

“Eris,” she breathed, “you’re here.” Feyre could see her profile and was able to catch the small tears beading in her blue-gray eyes. Eyes that were so familiar. Eyes that she saw every time she looked at her sister; every time she looked into the mirror. 

“Tegan,” he looked upon her face as if attempting to memorize every inch of her. He looked up briefly, catching Kallias’ gaze. Kallias gave him a brief nod which he returned before he was swallowed up by magic and disappeared before their eyes.

Burning Hearts pt.3

Moodboard Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

Word count: 1345

Summary: A dramatic High Lord/Lady meeting and a confrontational conversation between you and the Night Court.

⚠️Warnings: Drama lol, some against, a little fluff, makeouting, swearing, mentions to cheating, mentions about sex.

An: Well this part is filled with drama and if you've wondered about yn powers well this is your part...

“Hello big brother” You said as the Night Court arrived into the meeting room. Rhysand and a very pregnant Fayre, stood with shocked expressions, meaning that they’d overheard the conversation that you’d just had. Behind them you could see Cassian's broad frame tower and next to him, next to him was Azriel. Morrigan, Amren and Nesta seemed to stand behind them trying to get a good look at the drama unfolding right before them. But with Amren's height it was a miracle that I even could make out the top of her head.The look on his face was just plain sadness and envy, envy as he stared at the many parts where yours and Eris's bodies met. Shadows started to flood the floor as the cavalry from your home court stepped out of the large entrance to the room.

“Y/n/n please tell me that it's all a joke, you can't be Autumn's High Lady!” Rhysand asked you pleadingly.

“So what if I am? Let me get this clear. I am never ever going back to the Night Court. Not after what you all did, what you did.” You said looking accusingly at Azriel.

“Sweetheart I never meant to hurt you, Elain just needed some distraction but you are the one I love, you're my mate!” Azriel told me as he stepped forward and in the same moment Eris's hand flew out to stop him.

“If you take one more step towards her I will burn you to death.” Eris murmured to him, marking every word. “She's my mate! Not yours, she belongs with me! Elain was just a dumb mistake!” Azriel screamed at Eris as Rhysand held him back. “I stopped being yours the moment you cheated on me, and don't you dare to lay all this on Elain. She wasn't in a good phase back then, and we all know it.” You told Azriel. Behind you Helion coughed, symbolizing that the others had arrived. As you turned your back you felt someones hand on your arm, Nesta. The two of you had grown closer after the war. You would often sit in the library together, just reading.

“I'm so, so sorry Y/n. I shouldn’t-” She whispered to you. “Don't, you didn't have anything to do with it. If anything you really helped me, if you someday want a place to just run away to for a while you'll always be welcome in my court.” You told her warmly.

Once you and Eris had gotten seated you could feel the gazes the other High Lords threw at you. And you got it, you’d been your brother's right hand and now, now you were Autumn's High Lady, and everyone knew that the Autumn court and the Night Court didn't have the best relationship…

“So how's Autumn doing now that Beron’s gone? Are your people happy with their new High Lady?” Tarquin asked Eris. “Quite well. My father definitely wasn't the best of High Lords so there's much to do and many things to change but I'm lucky Y/N has been of great help and our people love her, but I mean who wouldn’t. We're currently very open to allies” Eris calmly answered the young High Lord. “Why would we trust you? Like father, like son.” Taunted Rhysand.

“Eris is nothing like Beron and the fact you suggest otherwise when I, your own sister, is married to him, really fucking shows how low you think of me, and of him. Eris is by far the best male I have ever met.” You told Rhysand, quickly erasing that smug smile off his face. You could feel Eris's affectionate stare resting at your face and you placed your hand in his and he firmly held on, almost like he thought you would disappear if he let go of you.

When the meeting was over you and Eris got shown to your quarters, a beautiful ensemble of rooms with marble floors and large windows. Eris quickly sat down at the couch dragging you down in his lap.

“Thank you, thank you for standing up for me.” He mumbled between the sweet kisses he pressed to your neck.

“Always, Eris, Always.” You gasped.

Suddenly a knock on the door interrupted the two of you.

“I'm going to kill whoever's behind that door. ” Eris murmured, his hair a mess. You chuckled quickly and said: “It might be a possible ally so I suggest that you don't.” Eris just rolled his eyes but a large smile was plastered on his face. “One minute just let me-” You said, fixing Eris's hair. “Thanks love!” he said sweetly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Then he opened the door to reveal… Tarquin.

“I hope I'm not bothering you but I would like to discuss an alliance between our courts.” He told the two of you. You and Eris exchanged a surprised look, Tarquin had been a proud ally of Rhysand since the war against Hybern. “Come on in.” You said nicely. The three of you sat down at a low table. You quickly noticed that the rest of the Summer Court was missing.

“Your visions for your court align with mine on a level no other court does. We have been taking in emigrants from the Spring Court for a while and I'm guessing that you have done the same.” He paused and you nodded in agreement. “I want to create a place for them where before we have established them, they can live and be with friends and family. Would the two of you be interested in this?” he asked you.

“Definitely.” Eris said.

The rest of the evening went on smoothly for you and Eris. After Tarquin left you were visited by the Day Court and the Winter court, both interested in an alliance. When you and Eris went to bed smiles were painting your faces and you fell asleep in his arms.

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You woke up quite early and decided to go down to the dining room, getting breakfast. You had left a note to Eris, in case you got stuck talking to someone. When you walked into the room you could see the whole Night Court sitting and talking to each other. Aside from them the room was completely empty. Suddenly you felt someone's arms around you, Morrigan. You quickly pushed her away, starting to walk out when you saw two males get in the way, cowering at the entrance.

“Y/n we need to talk.” Rhysand said. “Please just let us explain.” Cassian begged you. The pleading in his eyes was the only thing that made you stay. Cass was like a brother to you. “Fine. What do you want?” You asked them. “Your power, no one but me is able to keep them in shack.” Rhysand said “You need us and we need you.” A scoff unleashed from you. “So this is what it's all about, you want my powers under your control. Well guess what, no. I don't need you. My powers work perfectly without you and your help. I was blessed by the Mother herself. I deserve them and I'm going to use them to help my court, The Autumn Court.” You said as you walked out of the room, going to one of the many balconies in the castle.

Starting out into the ocean made your thoughts wave over you. What are your powers really? You knew that you had Rhysand’s ability but you could also create things from nothing. You could heal people and under the war against Hybern you had felt the cauldron. That was when you realized it. Why you didn't look like your brother at all with your long white hair And clear blue eyes. And why you weren't born with wings like him. Maybe the Mother herself sent down the explanation because you sure as hell wouldn't have realized it without help. You weren't his sister at all. No you weren't even your parents real daughter. You were created by the Mother. You were the Daughter…

Author's note: hehe

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Broken promises pt.4

Moodboard Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

Reader x Eris

Summary: New inhabitants in the Autumn Court and some real explanation to the last parts ending...

Warnings: Fluff

A/n: Hi everyone! I'm soooo sorry this took so freaking long to make. I've literally had no inspiration for this universe but I decided to write a short part and see if it comes back! I love you all /Thecowinblack💕💕💕

A/n 2.0: Oh and imagine that Nesta hasn't yet been forced to live at the house of wind, for the sake of my story line.

The realization hit you hard.Your whole childhood had been a lie. Everything from your moment's with your mother, no adopted mother to the moments with your brothers back in the war camps. Nothing had been real, because you weren't his sister. You didn't have a brother. You didn't even have real parents, The Mother obviously didn't count. Not more than the King of Hybern counted as Elain or Nestas father. Everything was like a long forgotten memory, a memory that always existed in your brain, just blurry. And now it was totally clear.

You'd been created by the Mother. As a tool on earth. You could see things, like a seer but instead of seeing the future you could see your creator's wishes. But still. There was something that still was blurry, something about your powers. The one's that even frightened Armen.

You realized that you'd arrived at your door. The door to the room that you and Eris shared. You opened the door. Wondering how the hell you were supposed to tell Eris this. Walking in you could see him spread out on the couch, reading something.

“Eris, I need to talk to you about something.”

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You and Eris had arrived back at your estate a couple days ago. Everything that you'd learned you'd told him. From the fact that you weren't Rhysands sister to your powers. All of it. And somehow he hadn't been confused, he had understood.

“Y/N come on, I'm dying of hunger!” Eris called out from the staircase.

“I'm on my way!” You shouted back.

Running down to the dining room you saw Lucien and… Nesta. You quickly pulled her in for a hug.

“What are you two doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the Night court?” You asked them.

“Fayre and Rhysand made an ultimatum, stay in the House of wind with no alcohol and train and work in the library, bla bla bla or move out of the court. I thought of what you said at the meeting so I decided to come here.” Nesta said to you.

“I couldn't deal with Elain and Azriel anymore so I just decided to leave. You guys are okay with us staying here right?” Lucien told you and Eris.

“Of course, let's eat and then I can show you around Nes!”

Dinner was amazing and you later pulled Nesta with you, leaving your husband and his brother to talk alone.

“Do you want to see the library?” You asked her. Nesta nodded and you opened the large oak doors behind you. The walls were covered in bookshelves with books in all colors. You could see Nestas eyes lit up. You knew this library was bigger than any in the Night court, and filled with romance. You guided her over to that section and she quickly grabbed a couple books.

“Can the rest of the tour wait until tomorrow?” She asked you and you started to laugh and to your surprise did too. A big smile painted your lips as you grabbed your own book and the two of you sat down on the closet couch, just reading.

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A/n: I know that this one was really short but I'll probably write another really soon! Bye byeee!

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Broken promises moodboard 🔥⚔️🍂

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4