Author's Note: Hello Friends and Fetish Freaks! This is my first ACOTR fanfiction, and I hope you enjoy reading it. A few things before the story begins: Ruusu, is the daughter of the High Lord of the Winter Court, also known to everyone as the Blooming Rose of the Winter Court. An incident froze her immortal body in time meaning she can never age, the incident also left black thorny vines all over her skin like tattoos, Ruusu and Kuolema are soul bound meaning that they are able to hear each others thoughts and if one dies so will the other, Ruusu and Kuolema are both Finnish names that I came up with Ruusu meaning rose and Kuolema meaning death. Thank you very much for sitting through my rather long winded A/N and I hope you enjoy the story. If there are any pairings you would like to see during this let me know in the comments, and I will try to make it happen, also I will be posting on my facebook fanart for this story so keep an eye out for that link as well. Enjoy
Winter.
Snow falling around the wood, filling the world with an unnatural silence.
Where am I?
The soft thwang of a bow sounds followed shortly by a dull thump and the sound of something collapsing into the snow. Feet rush towards me crunching through the steady snowfall. A young girl, long golden hair pulled back into a messy ponytail tunic in tatters, rushes forward a bow and quivers strung across her back. The girl barely more than a child, rail thin and gaunt, obviously suffering the hardships of winter. Hunting knife in hand she crosses into my clearing making her way towards the crumpled body on the far side, it's blood staining the pure snow around it. Her feet carry her right past me, her bluebell eyes never once catching my own as she ran to the rabbit dead in the snow.
Curious I walk towards her, my bare feet leaving no tracks in the snow as I stood behind her. The creature's blood was on her hands now, staining that pure freckled skin of her's, she seemed stunned to look at the dead beast below her. I could feel her heart beat, that constant drumming of terror as she looked down at the innocent creature she had killed. Walking around her I bend down and look in her eyes, that shattered look of guilt causing my own heart to pound louder. Fourteen years old, forced to care for her entire family, alone in this world, the last shred of her innocence ripped from her in her final attempt to make something of herself.
Feyre.
The name rolls off of my tongue before I can stop myself. Her bluebell eyes look up to meet my icy blue ones. The wilderness around us darkens leaving nothing but our snowy clearing, the dead rabbit still laying on the ground between us. That thrumming of heart beats meshing together as we look at each other. Her eyes widen as she watches me, lighting a fire deep within my soul. It burns through my body, burning me to the core as I stare into those eyes my own widening in pain.
Ruusu.
Panting I shoot up in bed looking around my bed chamber. Cased in ice my bedchamber looks completely normal all except for the large wicker bed beside my own. Large golden eyes meet mine from the darkness, the large beast coming in from the balcony and climbing on my bed. Kuolema curls his tongue around one of my ink stained hands before settling his large black body around my own warming and comforting me as he rests his massive head on the pillow beside my own.
It was just a dream minun Prinsessa. His deep growling voice reverberates through my head lulling me back to sleep.
Back to dreams of Feyre, to dreams of the day that my immortality stood still.