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Court Of Fae And Ruin Chapter 61; Pride and Joy
MAERWYNN POVAs I stepped into the garden, the morning air kissed my cheeks, carrying the scent of jasmine and damp earth. My gaze settled on Father, standing by Valen with a familiar ease that was surprising. They looked deep in conversation, voices low, their profiles softened by the sun filtering through the trees.Seeing me, Father’s face lifted, and a warmth filled his gaze. “Maerwynn,” he called, his tone laced with pride, though something softer lingered there too. He opened his arms, and before I knew it, I was wrapped in his embrace, the strength of his hold as grounding as the roots of an ancient tree.I waited, almost held my breath, expecting him to ask why I would leave with the faeries when Ferngrove had always been my home. My place was here, wasn’t it? Among the people I’d grown up with, the quiet familiarity of this town, the humans who felt so much like family. And yet, a deeper part of me whispered otherwise.I wasn’t like them—hadn’t been for as long as I could rem
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MAERWYNN POV“Who is Phillian?” I asked, watching Valen as we stood alone in his study. His fingers traced the air with effortless precision, casting spells that brought books gliding off the shelves, floating momentarily before finding their rightful places again.“The Prince of Lyria,” he replied casually, his attention still on the books. “He lives in the palace at the heart of Lyria. The Cidron is with him as well.”My heart gave an eager jolt at the mention of the Cidron. I’d heard stories about it for months, but to think I’d finally see it felt surreal. My mind drifted back to the map I’d seen, with the Palace—a tiny island nestled within the vastness of Lyria—right in the center of everything. But I couldn’t help my curiosity. “Why is he called Prince?”Valen seemed to read my thoughts, a faint smile playing on his lips. “We don’t have a king. Calling someone a ‘king’ would imply ownership of all the lands. But in truth, the five Lords rule over Lyria, with the Prince as an au
Last Updated : 2024-10-26Court Of Fae And Ruin Chapter 63; A Living Flame
MAERWYNN POV I stirred in the dark, cocooned in warmth, Valen’s arm wrapped around me like a lifeline. His breath was steady against my neck, each exhale warm, soothing, grounding me in the present. Even in sleep, he held me close, fingers curled softly around my waist, as though he knew I needed him.But there it was again—a sound, just beyond the edges of my dreams, slipping into my mind like a whisper woven into the stillness of night. It was faint, almost like the rustling of leaves, but insistent.“Maerwynn…”The voice was soft, featherlight, yet it sent a chill down my spine. I blinked, squinting through the darkness of the room, trying to ground myself, trying to ignore it, but it tugged at me, pulling me out of the warmth, out of the comfort of Valen’s embrace.I shifted carefully, untangling myself from him. His arm slid away reluctantly, his hand slipping over the sheets, fingers brushing against me as if he sensed my leaving even in his sleep. I paused, just for a moment,
Last Updated : 2024-10-27Court Of Fae And Ruin Chapter 64; My Fiery Lady
MAERWYNN POV My chest still heaved with ragged breaths, heart hammering as I stumbled to my feet, barely believing what I’d just done. I looked down at the ashes scattered where the Algoth had been, the ground blackened with the remnants of the creature. The red glow, the power that had surged from me—it was like nothing I’d ever felt, a fire born from desperation and fear, and it had obeyed me.Questions flooded my mind, but answers felt distant, as if buried beneath layers of fog. The silence of the woods pressed in around me, thick and watchful, broken only by my shaky breaths. I forced myself to calm down, to take stock of my surroundings. The forest no longer felt like an ally, each shadow seeming to shift with hidden threats, branches curling like reaching hands.I stumbled back down the path, my feet barely finding their footing on the uneven ground. I needed to find Valen, to feel the warmth and safety of his embrace again, to tell him everything that had happened. But even a
Last Updated : 2024-10-28Court Of Fae And Ruin Chapter 65; Truly One
MAERWYNN POV Shifting closer, I positioned myself so his rigid length pressed perfectly between my thighs, resting hot and heavy against my aching core. The first touch of his silken skin against my slick folds drew simultaneous gasps from us, as if we’d both felt that spark travel straight to our bones.His fingers dug into my hips, possessive and grounding, while his gaze, dark and unwavering, held mine with a smoldering intensity."Need much of an excuse to keep me here, tangled in your sheets?" I teased, my fingers brushing along the line of his jaw. "And what if I don’t want to be kept?"His lips curved into a smirk, but his reply was soft, raw. “Then I would beg,” he murmured, the hoarse edge in his voice making it sound like a confession. “For you, I would. You've utterly destroyed me, Maerwynn. Do you have any idea what you've done?”The honesty in his words hit deeper than I’d expected, swelling an ache in my own chest that words could never touch.For him, I’d beg too. I’d
Last Updated : 2024-10-28Court Of Fae And Ruin Chapter 66; Face The Flames
MAERWYNN POVValen leaned back in his chair, sipping from his goblet of wine with an easy confidence that seemed to have returned alongside his power. He looked around at the three of us—Rhaenan, Caelora, and me—with a hint of a smile.“We fly for the main Court in two hours,” he announced, his voice carrying an edge of excitement under its usual composure.Rhaenan lifted an eyebrow, glancing at Valen with a dramatic sigh. “So, I see the power is back. Good news, I suppose.” His gaze shifted toward me, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Whatever you did, Maerwynn, it was effective. Though, for the record, I’m not sure I want to know how it happened.”Valen chuckled, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. “Oh, I’d be more than happy to explain—”Rhaenan cut him off with a hand raised in protest. “No, no, please spare me the details. Some mysteries are best left unsolved,” he said, feigning a shudder as he threw Caelora a look of mock horror. “Besides, I’m sure it involves far too much… bo
Last Updated : 2024-10-28Court Of Fae And Ruin Chapter 1; Darkness Has Descended
As I delved deeper into the dense woods, the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant calls of woodland creatures surrounded me. The cool autumn breeze filled my lungs as I moved with the grace of a seasoned hunter. Hunger gnawed at my belly, and my arms ached from carrying my bow in search of sustenance, akin to a famished predator. The truth is, hunger grips not just me but all of us in Ferngrove.Until two years ago, Ferngrove thrived. Its lands were abundant, and fishermen returned daily with tales of plentiful catches. However, the past two years have been marked by hardship. Famine has become our unwanted companion. The once plentiful fish have vanished from our waters, and the wildlife seems to be in constant flux. Some whisper of a curse upon Ferngrove, but my father, the village chief, insists it's merely a phase. But how long must we endure?I press forward, my bow at the ready, its wood worn smooth by countless hunts. Each step reinforces my duty to provide for my family in
Last Updated : 2024-06-02Court Of Fae And Ruin Chapter 2; Shadow And Smoke
We waited in tense silence for Father to continue."The villagers are right. Ferngrove is cursed," Father's words echoed in the small room, sending a chill down our spines.Edina's reaction was palpable; her face drained of color, lips pale, and even her usual rosy cheeks devoid of their warmth. She withdrew her hand from Father's grasp, her eyes darting around the room, avoiding his gaze.I was puzzled. What did they know that I didn't? I tried to read Edina's expression, usually an open book to me, but now it was inscrutable.Summoning my courage, I managed to ask, "What's happening?""Do you remember the stories from your childhood?" Father turned to me, while Edina nodded in recognition. Memories of Mother's frightening tales and Father's warnings of a Fae lord with horns and fiery blazing eyes flooded my mind."He cursed the land, bringing famine for two long years before claiming his tribute," I whispered, my voice strained. "But... I thought those were just bedtime stories. Fat
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MAERWYNN POVValen leaned back in his chair, sipping from his goblet of wine with an easy confidence that seemed to have returned alongside his power. He looked around at the three of us—Rhaenan, Caelora, and me—with a hint of a smile.“We fly for the main Court in two hours,” he announced, his voice carrying an edge of excitement under its usual composure.Rhaenan lifted an eyebrow, glancing at Valen with a dramatic sigh. “So, I see the power is back. Good news, I suppose.” His gaze shifted toward me, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Whatever you did, Maerwynn, it was effective. Though, for the record, I’m not sure I want to know how it happened.”Valen chuckled, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. “Oh, I’d be more than happy to explain—”Rhaenan cut him off with a hand raised in protest. “No, no, please spare me the details. Some mysteries are best left unsolved,” he said, feigning a shudder as he threw Caelora a look of mock horror. “Besides, I’m sure it involves far too much… bo
Court Of Fae And Ruin Chapter 65; Truly One
MAERWYNN POV Shifting closer, I positioned myself so his rigid length pressed perfectly between my thighs, resting hot and heavy against my aching core. The first touch of his silken skin against my slick folds drew simultaneous gasps from us, as if we’d both felt that spark travel straight to our bones.His fingers dug into my hips, possessive and grounding, while his gaze, dark and unwavering, held mine with a smoldering intensity."Need much of an excuse to keep me here, tangled in your sheets?" I teased, my fingers brushing along the line of his jaw. "And what if I don’t want to be kept?"His lips curved into a smirk, but his reply was soft, raw. “Then I would beg,” he murmured, the hoarse edge in his voice making it sound like a confession. “For you, I would. You've utterly destroyed me, Maerwynn. Do you have any idea what you've done?”The honesty in his words hit deeper than I’d expected, swelling an ache in my own chest that words could never touch.For him, I’d beg too. I’d
Court Of Fae And Ruin Chapter 64; My Fiery Lady
MAERWYNN POV My chest still heaved with ragged breaths, heart hammering as I stumbled to my feet, barely believing what I’d just done. I looked down at the ashes scattered where the Algoth had been, the ground blackened with the remnants of the creature. The red glow, the power that had surged from me—it was like nothing I’d ever felt, a fire born from desperation and fear, and it had obeyed me.Questions flooded my mind, but answers felt distant, as if buried beneath layers of fog. The silence of the woods pressed in around me, thick and watchful, broken only by my shaky breaths. I forced myself to calm down, to take stock of my surroundings. The forest no longer felt like an ally, each shadow seeming to shift with hidden threats, branches curling like reaching hands.I stumbled back down the path, my feet barely finding their footing on the uneven ground. I needed to find Valen, to feel the warmth and safety of his embrace again, to tell him everything that had happened. But even a
Court Of Fae And Ruin Chapter 63; A Living Flame
MAERWYNN POV I stirred in the dark, cocooned in warmth, Valen’s arm wrapped around me like a lifeline. His breath was steady against my neck, each exhale warm, soothing, grounding me in the present. Even in sleep, he held me close, fingers curled softly around my waist, as though he knew I needed him.But there it was again—a sound, just beyond the edges of my dreams, slipping into my mind like a whisper woven into the stillness of night. It was faint, almost like the rustling of leaves, but insistent.“Maerwynn…”The voice was soft, featherlight, yet it sent a chill down my spine. I blinked, squinting through the darkness of the room, trying to ground myself, trying to ignore it, but it tugged at me, pulling me out of the warmth, out of the comfort of Valen’s embrace.I shifted carefully, untangling myself from him. His arm slid away reluctantly, his hand slipping over the sheets, fingers brushing against me as if he sensed my leaving even in his sleep. I paused, just for a moment,
Court Of Fae And Ruin Chapter 62; Refuge
MAERWYNN POV“Who is Phillian?” I asked, watching Valen as we stood alone in his study. His fingers traced the air with effortless precision, casting spells that brought books gliding off the shelves, floating momentarily before finding their rightful places again.“The Prince of Lyria,” he replied casually, his attention still on the books. “He lives in the palace at the heart of Lyria. The Cidron is with him as well.”My heart gave an eager jolt at the mention of the Cidron. I’d heard stories about it for months, but to think I’d finally see it felt surreal. My mind drifted back to the map I’d seen, with the Palace—a tiny island nestled within the vastness of Lyria—right in the center of everything. But I couldn’t help my curiosity. “Why is he called Prince?”Valen seemed to read my thoughts, a faint smile playing on his lips. “We don’t have a king. Calling someone a ‘king’ would imply ownership of all the lands. But in truth, the five Lords rule over Lyria, with the Prince as an au
Court Of Fae And Ruin Chapter 61; Pride and Joy
MAERWYNN POVAs I stepped into the garden, the morning air kissed my cheeks, carrying the scent of jasmine and damp earth. My gaze settled on Father, standing by Valen with a familiar ease that was surprising. They looked deep in conversation, voices low, their profiles softened by the sun filtering through the trees.Seeing me, Father’s face lifted, and a warmth filled his gaze. “Maerwynn,” he called, his tone laced with pride, though something softer lingered there too. He opened his arms, and before I knew it, I was wrapped in his embrace, the strength of his hold as grounding as the roots of an ancient tree.I waited, almost held my breath, expecting him to ask why I would leave with the faeries when Ferngrove had always been my home. My place was here, wasn’t it? Among the people I’d grown up with, the quiet familiarity of this town, the humans who felt so much like family. And yet, a deeper part of me whispered otherwise.I wasn’t like them—hadn’t been for as long as I could rem
Court Of Fae And Ruin Chapter 60; About Survival
MAERWYNN POVThe days that followed were as bleak as the encroaching winter. Valen and the others were leaving today, and so was I. Ferngrove had been my home, but Lyria was now my future, not just because of my mating bond with Valen, one of its High Lords, but because unlike Ferngrove, I had earned my place there.I had fought, survived, and therefore, I deserved to live in Lyria. Besides Father and Edina, there was nothing left for me here but names like "Faerie whore." Many in the village had wondered how I survived the trials of Lyria and emerged unscathed, suspiciously close to one of its leaders.Of course, the simplest explanation they could come up with was that I had slept my way through it all. The whispers were painful, but if even Adrian—the one person I thought would stand by me—could say such a thing, then I knew it was on everyone else’s lips too.“You’re gripping that bag awfully tight,” Valen’s voice cut through my thoughts. I looked up to see him leaning casually ag
Court Of Fae And Ruin Chalter 59; Grief
MAERWYNN POV The past week had been a blur of grief and obligation, a ceaseless parade of townsfolk pouring through the doors, offering their condolences to Edina and the rest of us. It was almost mechanical—their hushed words, their somber faces, the baskets of tidings they brought. Wine, bread, berries, carefully wrapped in cloth. Someone had even knitted sweaters and shawls, as though wool could warm the kind of cold that had settled into this house, into Edinas bones, since Lorcan’s death.I hated it—the gestures, the empty sympathy. It felt like a veil over the reality we were living in, as though these gifts could somehow patch the gaping wound left behind. But Edina needed it. She clung to those small acts of kindness, retreating behind the routine of accepting them with a tight smile, her eyes hollow and distant.Valen and the others had done what they could, vanquishing the Algoths from the woods and temporarily reinforcing the barrier. It had been a hollow victory, though.
Court Of Fae And Ruin Chapter 58; Shattered Heart
EDINA POVDinner time had long passed, and Maerwynn still wasn’t here, despite saying she’d return by now. I busied myself, helping the servants arrange the table. Plates, napkins, cutlery—it was something to do, to keep my mind occupied. Father and Adrian hadn’t returned from the harbor either. I didn’t expect to see them until noon tomorrow at the earliest.“Water pitcher, miss,” Helena, one of the younger servants, smiled kindly as she set the pitcher down, her voice soft. I returned the smile, though it didn’t quite reach my eyes, and moved the pitcher to the center of the table, ensuring everything was perfectly in place.Satisfied with my work, I rubbed my hands together, the ring on my finger sliding smoothly as I turned it absentmindedly. A tight smile etched itself on my lips. I hadn’t expected to grow this comfortable around the Faeries, not so quickly. Perhaps it was because watching Maerwynn with them had made it seem so effortless.She was always so free with them, laughi
