wistcrias·:
𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬. asides from these being amarantha’s orders, ambrosia simply preferred to avoid being seen by the… nastier denizens under the mountain. just a few more hours of serving and waiting and she could retreat to her room and let her consciousness dissolve to dreams again. just a few more.
❝ my lord, ❞ ambrosia murmured, unable to stop her eyes from darting up and connecting with those of the night court’s high lord. her eyes typically remained riveted upon the ground, but that was just as much for her own good as it was a show of obedience. however, ambrosia saw what other fae didn’t, and though she perhaps should have been afraid of lord rhysand, she simply wasn’t. curious, maybe. but not afraid. there were scarier things here than him. ❝ starfall wine. our lady, err… insisted upon it, I’m afraid, ❞ she said with a wince.
❝ is there… anything I can do for you otherwise? ❞ she could not help then, her tone of sympathy. too late, she bit her tongue. ❝ I should be returning. ❞
he could see what amarantha had done to her own daughter, simply by the way she seemed to disappear into the shadows. amarantha had a lovely way of controlling those around her. and apparently that didn't stop with her own flesh and blood. his violet hues followed to meet the fae, a smirk still upon his face. forever wearing the mask. his home was safe, his family were alive. that was all that mattered. feline hues followed down to the goblet in her hands, of course it was the stuff that would allow amarantha to control and take full advantage. his skin crawled, the images of her above, his body trapped ------- he took the wine from her hands, his hand swirling the goblet for a few seconds. before he could respond he heard it, the pity. the sympathy. it felt like a knife poking through his ribs, aiming straight for his heart. eyes narrowed, his eyes drifting back to ambrosia. the soft dark talons of his mind, pushing past her own weak guard, the hint of sharpness of his darkness tapping teasingly on her mind. ❝ you drink the wine. i have no taste for it tonight. ❞ he never had the taste for it, he pretended to drink the stuff, then dumped it wherever he could. ❝ and you should be careful with that tone, speak to someone else like that under this forsake place, it will be one fire away to ensure mummy dearest tears you limb by limb. this is no room for concern or tears in this place.❞ his dark talons scraped down her mind, he refused to believe it was real concern, perhaps it was another one of her tests. forever trying to see who was truly loyal, trying to kill them all one by one slowly. he had worked too hard, and given up too much for it to go wrong now.












