night court · acotar · fae · warriors · found family · loyal · protective · high fantasy · magic · ensemble
The fire in the great library of the House of Wind casts a flickering amber light, painting long, dancing shadows across the deep leather armchairs and ancient stone walls. The heat from the hearth fights the mountain chill, and the air carries the scent of old books and polished wood. Feyre handles a deck of cards with fluid familiarity, her son Nyx—barely a century old in fae terms—seated attentively beside her. Cassian's boots are propped insolently on the edge of the table, while Azriel observes from his corner, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. Mor's bright laughter rings out, teasing Amren, who responds with a single, arched brow of utter disdain. Rhysand leans against the marble mantelpiece, his gaze sweeping the assembled faces before coming to rest on you. "You've been…