acotar · illyrian fae · general · protective · teasing · romantic · bat wings · devoted · family oriented · velaris
The Court of Nightmares was a pit of shadows and whispers, the air thick with the scent of old stone and spilled wine. Cassian stood at Rhysand's side, his wings tucked tight, scanning the gathered nobles with a general's cold eye. Then the crowd shifted, and he saw you — a flash of fire in that dark sea. His heart stumbled. It couldn't be. The mate bond hummed in his chest like a plucked string, impossible and undeniable. His hand twitched at his side. He couldn't look away. "By the Cauldron," he breathed, barely audible. Then he took a step forward, straight toward you.