A court of thorns and roses: One shots
A/N: Hey there! I'm alive and kicking, but barely. I've been kinda sick for quite a while, and in general I've been quite lethargic, and my brain really couldn't come up with any new ideas. Now that brain is vaguely alive and functional, here's a new story! With that, I bring you a collection of one shots about your favorite ACOTAR characters! Also, I guess I'll take requests for stories now? After one hell of an authors note, ON WITH THE STORY! I don't own ACOTAR, only the plot!
Light and dark
(The 49th year of Rhysand's restriction within Amarantha's court)
Rhysand POV
Darkness.
That's all that I can feel and see, with the constant eerie sounds of nothing falling upon my deaf ears. I don't feel anymore, and the only thing that keeps me tethered to this world is my love for my people. My need to keep them secure, safe and happy. The knowledge that they're alive is the only thing that keeps me present in this world. As I fall into my mask of the dark and terrifying mask that most of the world knows me as, I hold my most cherished people near my heart as I fall deeper into the darkness that resides inside me. I must protect them at all cost. No matter how many times I have to deal with being the bitch queen's whore, I will keep my people safe.
I rise from my bed in this horrible court surrounded by the dark silks draped upon my massive king-sized bed. Every morning when I wake up, I arise with the same thoughts, same determined will and mindset. I heave myself to edge of my massive bed and drape my legs over the edge and push myself up in efforts to start my day. In this state I feel so weak, powerless to control my fate. I haul my ass out of bed and get dressed, and I proceed into my bathing chambers to wash my face. As I turn the faucets to coldest temperature possible in vain efforts to snap my self out of my state of depression. As the cool-water droplets collide with my face, I'm finally snapped out of my state of depression. I proceed to dress myself in my usual dark robes and attire and head towards the exit of my chambers. As my feet clad in jet black boots leave my door frame, I slide on my dark mask, and I am greeted with the unwelcome sight of one of the main roots of my problems, a smirking Amarantha.
I curse my state of disarray and weakness from this revolting creature next to me. This torrential bitch queen situated next to me in my bed in a deep sleep has caused me so much difficulty. My title as High Lord has been tossed into oblivion, and my pride has taken a dive into the deepest darkest pits of hell. I can feel myself breaking and I don't know how long I can take this. As my thoughts are in a furry, I begin to fall into a brisk sleep.
Once again, it's dark. Like all the rest of my dreams, my surroundings are plagued in darkness, and I'm plunged into despair. I always let myself fall in the dark in efforts to ease my eternal agony, so I keep falling, falling, and falling. I feel myself continue to plummet, but then, I feel a ray of warmth pierce the usual frigid dark. I see a single ray of light in the distance and I squint my eyes in the new unfamiliar light. I reach towards the light, and I get bombarded by a new sensation. Within the light fragment, I see small hand-painted flowers with beautiful intricate designs upon each delicately painted petal, and a soft delicate hand painting vines with incredible precision on a large surface which I assumed was a dresser. My heart swells wat the thought of someone being able to feel at ease enough to paint such beauty, and the peace and innocence this person feels. As sudden as this ray of light appears, it disappears just as quickly as it came. NO! Not yet, I wanted to enjoy more of this peace through this vision of light, the warmth and comfort radiating from it. I spring out of my sleep in a haste, only to find that the light is still gone, and I'm still in my room, and the bitch-queen is still next to me.
A/N: If it wasn't all that clear, I'm still kinda out of it, so this story wasn't very polished at all. I haven't forgotten about my other stories, just I'm trying to remember what I had planed before I got sick. 'Til next time!