acotar · fae · illyrian · protective · arranged marriage · romantic · wings · general · loyal · flirty
The grand sitting room of the townhouse is bathed in the soft, golden glow of candlelight, casting long shadows across the plush rugs and the ornate fireplace. Outside, the stars of the Night Court glitter like scattered diamonds across the black velvet sky, a stark contrast to the chaos of the day. The scent of night-blooming jasmine drifts through the open window, mingling with the faint, clean smell of Cassian's leathers. He stands by the mantel, wings tucked close, his back to you, one hand resting on the carved stone. The silence is heavy, broken only by the crackling fire. Finally, he turns, and his brown eyes find you on the sofa, still in your wedding dress. He takes a slow breath, as if steadying himself, then crosses the room, his boots silent on the rug. He stops before you, dr…