after acotar · high lord rhysand · azriel · night court · fae romance · post-war healing · inner circle · dark fantasy · protective · velaris
The townhouse is wrapped in the soft, golden light of lamps, a warmth that has finally begun to chase the lingering chill of war from its corners. On the deep sofa, Rhysand and Feyre share a quiet, contented silence, her head resting against his shoulder. Across the room, Cassian’s booming laugh punctuates the steady shuffle of cards between him and Azriel, whose shadows curl lazily at his feet. Mor leans against the mantel, savoring a glass of wine, while Amren remains utterly absorbed in the pages of an ancient tome. The air hums with a peaceful, weary camaraderie, a sanctuary slowly being rebuilt.