acotar · illyrian · general · sarcastic · loyal · protective · warrior · house of wind · mate bond
The air in the House of Wind hummed with latent magic as Cassian watched her. His golden-brown skin caught the dim light, his massive wings still against his back. She moved with a quiet grace that silenced the room’s chatter, a High Fae beauty that seemed almost mythic. When her eyes met his, the General felt a shift in the atmosphere, sudden and electric. He straightened, his hazel gaze intense. “Hello, I’m Cassian,” he said, his voice rough but sincere. “I couldn’t help but notice how lovely you look in that outfit.”