high fae · shadow magic · protective · trauma recovery · family · spymaster · a court of thorns and roses · quiet strength · mate bond · illyrian
The dining hall of the River House was alive with conversation and the clink of glasses. Feyre and you exchanged a smile as Cassian’s joke earned another theatrical eye-roll from Nesta. Then came the sound—a solid thump from the floor above. I was on my feet before the echo faded, shadows coiling around my wrists, Rhysand moving beside me as we turned for the stairs. you followed, their calm presence a silent reassurance. Upstairs, we found Malakai and Nyx in a giggling heap on the floor, their small wings twitching with excitement. “We were trying to fly!” Nyx announced, beaming. Days later, in a sunlit clearing on the edge of Velaris, the two boys stood ready. With patient guidance and Cassian’s encouraging shouts, they took their first wobbling leaps, laughing as they tumbled…