All Chapters of Court Of Fae And Ruin: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Chapter 51; The Council

MAERWYNN POVI felt Valen before I even saw him—a presence so overwhelming, it stole the breath from my lungs. He swooped in from behind, strong arms wrapping around me as he lifted us effortlessly into the air, suspending us a few feet above the ground. The world seemed to pause for a moment, my heartbeat quickening at the sensation.A grin tugged at my lips the moment I saw his face, his familiar smile chasing away the lingering tension. "It was hard not waking up to see you this morning," he murmured, his voice like a warm current pulling me in.“Probably for the best,” Caelora’s voice cut in, her wings flapping lightly as she descended beside us, her feet touching the ground with a delicate grace. She gave Valen a sidelong glance, her sharp eyes glinting. “Gotta behave for daddy dearest. Right now, he looks like he wants to murder you whole. If he finds out you've taken his daughter, this deal is off."Her words snapped me back to reality, the weight of the situation settling over
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Chapter 52; Pack Of Rats

MAERWYNN POVWhile the others lingered outside, waiting so as not to overwhelm the council members all at once, Valen moved with purpose, taking a seat at the table opposite the council. It was predictable—the way the councilmen clustered together on one side, leaving the other side completely vacant for him. Valen, however, didn’t seem to mind. In fact, I could tell by the subtle smirk tugging at the corners of his lips that he was enjoying their discomfort. There was something in the way he observed them—how they cowered and whispered—that made me roll my eyes internally.Father stood and moved to the podium, but even then, most eyes were still glued to Valen until he drew attention by clanging two steel rods together sharply. "I welcome you all, and some," he added, eyeing Valen carefully, "to this meeting."I felt my attention wander, slipping from the tension-filled room to where Adrian and Lorcan stood by the wall, silently observing. Adrian’s gaze lingered on me for a moment to
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Chapter 53; Power of the Fae

MAERWYN POVThe air in the room was thick with dread as Caelora’s spell dissipated, her hands falling to her sides with a deliberate grace. The ball of air, which had hovered like a silent predator, dissolved into nothingness, but its effect lingered in the wide-eyed stares and the white-knuckled grips of the councilmen on the edges of their seats. Fear was a living, breathing thing here—clinging to their skin, filling their lungs with shallow breaths.For a moment, the chamber was deathly still. The walls seemed to close in, and all the bravado the council had tried to muster earlier drained away, leaving behind only the naked truth—they were out of time. They had nothing left to cling to but their doubts and fears.My father’s face, once stern and unyielding, now bore the subtle marks of uncertainty. His jaw clenched, the cords of his neck tightening as if he were wrestling with the gravity of what had just unfolded. The council members looked to him for guidance, for reassurance, b
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Chapter 54; Bewitched or no?

MAERWYN POV“Hard tack?” Edina offered me the stale, unyielding bread—the kind we used to choke down back in the cottage, during the days when life was harder and survival meant scarred hands from hunting to put food on the table.With a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes, I took it from her, biting into the familiar toughness. It wasn’t ideal, but it was part of our past, something ingrained in our routine, a constant during the bleak mornings when we had nothing else. I chewed slowly, each bite reminding me of those difficult days when Father’s pride kept him from asking the townsfolk for help. He was the chief, after all, and in his mind, a chief should provide, not beg.Now, though, things were different. We were better off than most in the town, thanks to Valen and the mysterious magic I had unlocked when I passed the trials. The shift in fortune was surreal, almost disorienting. I couldn’t help but wonder what Ferngrove would’ve become had I failed. Would the famine have drag
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Chapter 55; A higher power

MAERWYNN POVThe wind nipped at my cheeks as I rode into the woods, my horse’s hooves sinking into the frost-laden earth with each deliberate step. The familiar path was narrow and winding, framed by gnarled, ancient trees whose branches clawed toward the slate-gray sky. The scent of damp earth and decaying leaves lingered in the air, mingling with the crisp bite of winter that threatened to settle in the marrow of my bones.I pulled my cloak tighter around me, its thick wool offering some protection against the chill. But the cold was a constant companion in these woods, the kind that seeped through even the warmest layers. As I guided my horse deeper into the forest, the oppressive silence surrounded me. No birds sang, no rustling leaves disturbed the stillness. It was as if the forest had drawn in a deep breath, waiting, watching.The trees seemed taller here, their skeletal branches reaching toward the heavens like twisted fingers. Patches of moss clung to their bark, a vibrant gr
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Chapter 56; Bait

MAERWYNN POVThe sun was sinking lower, casting the clearing in hues of gold and orange. I stood in the middle, my skin prickling with unease as shadows stretched across the ground. It wasn’t night yet, but the fading light made it feel like the whole world was holding its breath, waiting.Valen and Rhaenan were somewhere behind me, hidden in the dense trees just beyond the clearing’s edge. I could feel their eyes on me, watching, waiting. My role was clear — stand here, alone, and draw out the Algoths. I hated it. My pulse thrummed in my ears, and my fingers clenched into fists, the air thick with tension.A low breeze stirred, carrying with it the distant sound of screeches — faint, but unmistakable. They were close.I shifted my weight, the grass cool beneath my boots, and focused on keeping my breathing steady. The fading sunlight felt heavy on my shoulders, like the last warmth before the storm. My heartbeat seemed to echo the rhythm of the forest, an unspoken countdown to what w
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Chapter 57; Waning Powers

MAERWYNN POVThe silence that followed the battle was deafening. My heartbeat still thundered in my ears, and I struggled to calm my breath. Rhaenan stood a few feet away, his chest heaving, his face pale beneath the dying sunlight. Valen wiped the blood from his blade, his expression tense as he glanced at the remains of the Algoths.I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, still processing the fact that these creatures—the Algoths—had been after me. And even though they were gone, the weight of their malevolent gaze lingered like an invisible noose tightening around my neck.The snap of a branch in the distance pulled me back to the present. Valen's head jerked up, his stance immediately shifting as his eyes darted toward the trees. My body stiffened, but I relaxed a moment later when a familiar figure broke through the foliage.Caelora emerged from the shadows, her silver hair flowing behind her, her violet eyes sharp and searching as she approached us. Her footsteps were swift but measu
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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
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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.
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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
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