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summary:Â The story follows Elain's journey back to the Mortal Lands, where she must confront her past and present. She isn't alone on this journey; her mate accompanies her as they navigate their feelings and the effects of their bond, striving not to let the mating bond interfere too much with their actions and emotions. Lucien, just like Elain, must face his own memories of the past and uncertainties about the future. He eventually meets his biological father and struggles with the possibility of loving again after losing Jesminda, who took a piece of his heart with her. Can Elain heal his broken heart, or will their paths in the end part?
warnings: childhood trauma, negative thoughts, doubts, trauma (rated E) other ships mentioned: Feysand, Nessian, Emorie, Gwyn & Balthazar and Azris
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chapter overview: Prologue âą Chapter 1 âą Chapter 2 âą Chapter 3 âą Chapter 4 âą Chapter 5 âą Chapter 6 âą Chapter 7 âą Chapter 8 âą Chapter 9 âą Chapter 10 âą Chapter 11 âą Chapter 12 âą Chapter 13 âą Chapter 14 âą Chapter 15 âą Chapter 16 âą Chapter 17 âą Chapter 18 âą Chapter 19 âą Epilogue
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But the greatest thing in the entire room, the one that demanded the most attention, was the woman who lounged upon an emerald silk lounge. Draped in emeralds and gold, with her golden curls spilling down her shoulders and over her breasts. Wearing a silk green dress, with a tight bodice swirled with shimmering flowers and vines. When Nesta looked closer at the design, the recognised the flowers from Elainâs garden, all highly poisonous.Â
Her black lipped mouth curled into a sinister grin. Eyes shining like deep forests. Pale skin glowing like the light of the moon. Belladonna Ashdown, mother of Morrigan Ashdown, took in Nesta Archeron, drinking in every stitch of fabric, shifting ever so slightly, Nesta became keenly aware of the white ribbon tied around her neck, with stains of dark red splattered across some part, the edges fraying as if it had been torn in half.Â
It reminded Nesta of her Valkyrie ribbon.Â
âLovely Death,â Belladonna murmured, tasting the words like sweet wine on her tongue, âPlease take a seat.â
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Tamlin flopped down beside the Fox. Placing his fiddle down gently on the grass beside him.Â
They started to talk, but their voices became muffled. The edges of Elainâs vision started to darken. The sunny sky began to fade, turning a dark grey colour. The wind felt colder, and the air had a deep chill to it.Â
A voice rang through the world, a cry that shattered the fantasy of pristine paradise.Â
Donât let anyone take whatâs yours.Â
Rivers ran red. The sky was blackened from smoke. Screaming and cries of agony filled the lands.Â
Red hair was wet with blood, it dripped down his dark skin, his metal eye clicked furiously. A scream ripped from Lucienâs throat, a blood-curdling cry of despair and anguish. He was begging and pleading to anyone or anything that might hear him.Â
And the fiddle player, the Spring Lord, Tamlin, was in his arms. Bloodied and bruised, his chest torn open and splayed out. Vines clambered up around his limbs, wrapped tightly around his skin, framing him in plant life that slowly began to shrivel away. Nesting in amongst the gore covered vines and flowering plants, was a stone carved to resemble a heart.Â
Ok I bed now
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Waking up with Elain in his arms has become a habit he never wants to not have in his life anymore. It is the perfect start into the day.Â
A day full of woodchopping with Jurian. He promised to help, but he obviously canât say no now, even if all he wants to do is stay here, in bed, with Elain in his arms.
A week has passed since she has brought him to tears with her words. A week where he has only fallen more and more in love with her.
So it would be an understatement to say that it pains him that he has to leave the cosy and slightly toasty comfort of their bed. It technically is his bed, but telling by how much she loves to be in it, Lucien deems it right to call it their bed.

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Elainâs back bows off the bed as Lucienâs tongue dives deep into her, her knees wobbly, mind foggy with passion and heat. The two of them have lost every sense of time and space â they only know that they havenât left this room in a long, long time. Days, weeks, months, years. Millenia probably.
Apart from short breaks where they slept, ate or talked for a bit, they have mostly been making love. Mostly in bed, but occasionally also on every other surface available in their room. A chair was broken in their frenzy. The bed is starting to groan more and more each time their bodies come together, every time their souls collide and erupt in something akin to bright sunlight.
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The morning comes earlier than expected, its light, soft and silvery, slipping through the window and casting a delicate glow upon Elainâs skin as Lucien lets his fingers dance over her arms. The air wafting in through the half open window still carries the scent and chill of winter with a fresh note of the soon arriving spring. But beneath the blanket they share it is soothingly warm, a little toasty even, but Lucien couldnât care less.
At some point throughout the night, his hand found hers under the cover, fingers carefully and tentatively brushing as if they were still getting used to being so intimate with one another, before he entangled his fingers with hers.
âGood morning, my lady,â Lucien says in a voice barely above a whisper, his tone still raspy from sleeping. Elain turns in his arms, a lazy smile on her lips as her eyes linger on his face, tracing all the lines and edges of his features with quiet admiration as if he is the most beautiful male she has ever seen in her entire life. It almost draws tears to the Vanserraâs eyes and his throat bobs with a rough swallow.
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"Stop crying!" Elain commands herself over and over again after having allowed herself a moment of weakness, of vulnerability, her voice sharp as hot tears dwell in her eyes and roll down her cheeks. She clenches her fists, planting her knees firmly. Straightening her shoulders, she lifts her chin and inhales a steadying breath. "Stop crying and focus."
Maybe she's weak, maybe her weakness has made her pathetic. But not now. Not today. Today, she's going to save her mateâs life. Today, she will prove herself to everyone who ever doubted her. Most importantly, she will prove it to herself â to that cruel part of her mind that whispers all those awful things. This ends now. She is no longer weak and pitiful. She will save Lucien. She will save her mate, because he deserves nothing more than to survive. To live.