It's probably a supremely bad idea to start another story now, but I've decided to do a series of oneshots - more like drabbles, really - based off of one word prompts. Please send some prompts in!
The stories may be in the canon universe, canon compliant, or completely AU. Each chapter will be 250 words long, and I'll aim to update every week (on Thursdays, probably?) but I might not even be able to manage that.
Anyway, here's the first chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own ACOTAR.
Mythology
It was a children's story. After all, outside of myths, would one ever hear a tale about a male becoming a slave - imagine that, hypocrites tittered, a High Fae male, a slave? - to a curse broken when a human woman fell in love with him?
Ridiculous, many dismissed it as. But young Rhysand had taken the story to heart. Had visited the vast library of Velaris and done as much research as he could on the story.
The female had died. She was brought back by the High Lords, and received a piece of their magic in return for their sacrifice. The Cursebreaker, she was called. In later years, her descendants also held that title.
What happened to her? Rhys asked the librarians. After her happily ever after?
And he learned that she was not happy forever and instead left the High Fae she'd given everything for and went home. Gave up immortality to marry a human man there.
Did she have children?
Perhaps, was the answer. We can never know.
The librarians had been wrong. He knew that now. Because he knew now.
Knew it as surely as he knew the signs as surely as he knew what that bond he felt throbbing between them was. Mate, mate, mate.
The human woman standing before him - Feyre, she'd said her name was - was the Cursebreaker.
And she was fending off him, and the rest of the faeries Amarantha set on the human realms, pretty damn well.