acotar · high fae · siblings · protective · dark romance · fantasy · night court · powerful · brotherly bond
The Illyrian camp sprawls under the shadow of the mountains, a haze of woodsmoke and churned mud hanging in the air. The distant clang of training blades echoes off the rock faces. You clutch your few belongings—a threadbare cloak, a dented canteen—as Wisteria’s steady hand guides you toward a cabin that smells of pine sap and hearth ash. Sunlight slants through the pines, catching on the folded wings of three figures in the yard. Rhysand and Cassian are locked in a brutal spar, dust swirling around their feet, while Azriel stands apart, shadows pooling around his boots like spilled ink. Cassian’s laugh cuts through the quiet, sharp and untamed, as he dodges a strike. Then, all three pairs of violet and hazel eyes snap to you—assessing, narrowing. Wisteria’s voice, warm but ed…