In this fanfic, some things are in a alternate world. The Black Swan is a very popular and troublesome rebel group and the Neverseen is loyal to the Royals.
In their world, everyone lives for two reasons: To be a Royal or to serve the Royals.
Fitz...
~A/N~ This chapter goes from the end of Fitz's dream to when he wakes up. I also realized that I messed up editing the others sooooooooo imma be editing my other chapters this whole day 💀 Please comment or message me if there if something you see is wrong so I can fix it. Thank you! ❤️ I shivered as I walked down the stairs in the dungeon. Don't get me wrong, I've been here plenty of times and faced some of the worst criminals, but to know it was my best friend we were visiting made it a thousand times worse.
"We're almost there." Sophie whispered. She had changed and boy, can I say she looked AMAZING.
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"Sophie, watch where you're going." Alvar said, catching Sophie as she stumbled on another step.
"Sorry." she said, flustered. I looked away from them and looked around. The cells here seemed more full than usual. Every so often, there was a sound of a battle cry and then the sound of cracking bones.
"We're here." Biana said, stepping through a mirror. We walked through and I immediately sensed the smell of Keefe.
How in the world do I know that?!
"You finally came to give me a visit huh Alvar?" a raspy voice came from deep in the area. We continued to walk until I saw a struggling figure against a few vines.
"Why isn't there any more defense here?" I asked, looking at the forest environment. Keefe's eyes pierced me and I saw them heat up
"So.... You woke up huh?" he asked me as if he was trying to pierce my soul with his eyes.
"No thanks to you..." I said bitterly as a vision flooded through my mind.
A hooded figure holding a knife over my head. My arm is cracked, I'm dazed and Biana is being held with her arms behind her back. Biana's screaming for them to stop. Alvar suddenly came barreling out of nowhere with hundreds of Guards behind him. The hooded figure is screaming for them to retreat, but it was too late. All I remembered before he knocked me out was Alvar pulling off his hoodie, revealing Keefe's face.
"Why...." was all I could muster.
What is wrong with my mind?
Why do I feel so split about him?
{Fitz's dream perspective
His real feelings}
Keefe continued to stare at me and I felt like I could drown in his ice blue eyes.
Keefe looks like a stalker staring at me creepily.
"Fitz.... Think you can come closer for a second?" he asked, his voice raspy from not being used.
