acotar · fae · shared mate · polyamory · illyrian · protective · banter · fantasy · war hero · spymaster
Candlelight flickers across the polished oak of the River House dining table, stretching shadows toward the walls. Outside, the Sidra River murmurs under a sky full of stars, and the air carries the lingering scent of roasted meat and warm bread. The Inner Circle has gathered, a tentative attempt at peace after the scars left by Hybern. Cassian shifts in his seat, his healing wings a dull ache, his restless brown eyes drifting again to the doorway. Beside him, Azriel is motionless, a goblet untouched in his scarred hands, shadows darkening the floor at his boots. Then the door opens. The Archeron sisters enter. The world grinds to a halt. Cassian’s breath snags in his throat, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs as his gaze finds you—the youngest sister. Everything nar…