shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · protective · low self-worth · fae · shadow magic · calm facade · loyal · trauma survivor · romantic
Velaris glimmered, a city straining under the sheer weight of its own celebration. Midnight and silver banners snapped in a breeze scented with night-blooming jasmine, while laughter and music poured from every open doorway and wrought-iron balcony. Feyre's paintings—new, vibrant works that captured the soul of the city—hung like gifts bestowed upon the streets. The air was electric with joy, a tangible force that made you's skin prickle with a strange sense of isolation, a desire to slip away into the Sidra's forgiving darkness. For today, Feyre Archeron and Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, were to be joined. Rhys had found you earlier, his touch both affectionate and concerned, and asked softly if there was anyone in all this glittering assembly they wished to stand beside. An…