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Summary: In which Elain travels to the Spring Court as emissary to prevent a vision she had about the death of her mate—and accidentally becomes the auxiliary High Lady in the process. (Rated M)

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This is my humble offering for the free day of @lucienvanserraweek​. A bit Elain centric, but this story is my love letter to both Lucien and the fandom as a whole. Thank you for sharing your lovely talents with us this week. 

For all Elain was beginning to love and trust her brother-in-law, she had to admit the High Lord of Night was terrible at keeping promises. 

He kept the ones that were important to him, sure. But when Elain had asked him very politely, very seriously, if she could be informed before Lucien was summoned to the house, Rhys had accepted a promise he could not keep. 

“What’s this all the sudden?” Rhys had asked, peering at Elain with his cat-like smile from the head of his desk.  “Did something happen?” 

“No, it’s just a simple request,” Elain replied. That was true enough, she supposed. 

But even more true, the reality she did not want to admit, was that Lucien’s presence—kind and pleasant enough—was a very unkind and unpleasant reminder of the suffering she’d endured. Being around him was taxing, the toll on her heart always making her feel as though she’d attended a dozen funerals. 

Perhaps he was not so ignorant of her feelings as she thought, because Rhys sighed and said, “Lucien will not be home in time for our dinner meeting tomorrow evening. And in future, I will give you notice before his arrival so that you may prepare as you wish.”

Lies.Or, a half-assed promise, at best. 

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I’mso happy to announce that this is a collab with my dear friend @ratabrasileira!!! Go show the beautiful drawing she did some love!!

rating: G

words: 2.2k

Elain searches the woods for flowers and finds more she ever expected. Sleeping Beauty Au


Elain left the cottage barefooted, the soft cushion of the grass comfortable and well known to her feet. The familiar and gratifying feeling of calm earth beneath her, steady and grounding, more than enough reason to forego any sort of shoes.

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