crossfire || cardan greenbriar

okay so before we start i'd like to say some things, i wrote this a pretty long time ago and i certainly did not have a good sense of well putting things together back then, so i have begun rewriting this book and i will continue writing it, so please do make sure to reread it if one of the chapters has been heavily rewritten and thats all i have to say really, im sorry for leaving this book untouched for quite a while but hopefully now i'll start getting back into it <3 __________ Prologue Nobody ever understands what it's like to lose each memory they've at any point had, until they really do. It feels as though something is exactly at the tip of your tongue, and you can't swallow it. Like a letter, you can't seem to build up, despite the fact that you know precisely how to, like the knot that tangles in your throat when you're confessing a lie. That equivalent bothering, when you fail to remember something so significant, that you can't stop considering it until you recall that memory. Anastasia could barley perceive what her identity is, or on the other hand who she was generally. She couldn't recall even her own name, and the unbearable feeling of being unaware took a toll on her. She was first discovered oblivious on the shores of Insmoor, that is when an unforgettable journey began. A day-to-day existence, some place totally unrecognizable, A place— practically only a fantasy. In any case, it was genuine, and it was directly before her eyes. She didn't belong, and the most youthful prince of Elfhame, Cardan Greenbriar, son of the High King of Elfhame, ensured that she realizes that, and knows it well. He and his inner circle loathed her, and she could say the exact same. They knew nothing of sympathy and everyone admired them, their ruthlessness, recklessness, cruelty, yet above all else, their beauty. The most beautiful individuals of Elfhame. Furthermore, nobody would dare compare themselves to the sons and daughters of the High Kings and Queens of Elfhame, on the grounds that nobody could coordinate their beauty. Anastasia begrudged them, she envied their beauty, their luxury, their lives, she wished to be one of them, just like everyone else did. However, mortals were nothing, nothing at all compared to these wonderful Faeries. Mortals were servants, slaves, as if their only purpose was to bow down and kiss the feet of those who care for themselves and no one else. There Anastasia met Jude, Taryn, and Vivienne, they were the only three individuals she didn't have to pretend around, they regarded her as pleasantly as she might at any point been dealt with, in light of the fact that Jude and Taryn are much the same as her, mortals.While Vivienne, she's half-mortal, half-faerie, but never thought mortals much more different than Faeries. Anastasia struggles to find her way safely and comfortably around the Faerie world and Elfhame, but eventually she learns to adapt, and she begins to understand that Faerie is all she'll ever have.