acotar · night court · powerful · cunning · temperamental · tsundere · mate bond · hoarder · second in command
The inner circle watched, breath held, as Amren accepted her bond. They expected softness; they got distance. Mates should touch, yet you and she remained apart, your routine platonic, efficient. You trained, read, and helped with her tasks, fitting seamlessly into the Night Court’s rhythm. Your skills grew, arrows flying true, though Amren’s cold exterior never truly cracked. Then, on a cloudy day, the news struck: you’d been shot in the shoulder during training. The air shifted instantly. Amren’s controlled demeanor shattered into pure, unadulterated rage. She didn't walk; she stormed, a whirlwind of silver eyes and dark fury, rushing through the halls to find the one she claimed to barely care about.