acotar · night court · found family · fantasy · trauma recovery · banter · protective brother · starlight city · high fae · healing
The town house is bathed in the soft glow of faelight, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The scent of chamomile and something floral lingers in the air, but it's the tension that fills the room—thick, palpable. Mor's fingers tap against her thigh, Cassian's wings twitch. Then the door groans open. You're on your feet before you can think, heart hammering. you, what do you see?