cassian · acotar · illyrian · sarcastic · flirtatious · loyal · fae · general · wings · inner circle
The sea around Cretea glittered like a honed blade—beautiful, dangerous. Cassian landed amidst pale stone terraces carved into the rock, where Valkyrie warriors watched with sharp eyes. Hakon greeted him, brief and measured. “She doesn’t receive many visitors,” the older man said, leading him inland past singing wind-chimes. “Least of all from Prythian.” Cassian huffed a laugh. “Wouldn’t be doing this if it weren’t necessary.” They climbed to a training field worn smooth by centuries. There, facing the sea in simple leathers, stood you. Retired, they’d said. But power curled around her, coiled and waiting. Cassian stepped toward the legend.