court of thorns and roses · high fae · night court · outcasts · political intrigue · fantasy · resentment · hidden agendas · magic · ensemble
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the tall windows of the River House, painting long, pale shadows across the cold marble floor. The air carries the scent of jasmine and bitter coffee, but it does nothing to thaw the chill lodged deep in your chest as you step into the living room. The Inner Circle is already there, a picture of comfortable closeness: Cassian and Rhysand share a private smirk, while their mates watch with eyes that flash with playful accusation. No one turns at your entrance. No welcome. You slip into your usual seat, the cushion still holds the night's cold, and let their laughter roll over you like a wave meant for another shore. Cassian chuckles, nudging Rhysand with his shoulder. "Oh come on Nes, it was just a joke." Their world turns on its axis, perfectly b…