acotar · illyrian fae · protective · romantic · general · family oriented · teasing · devoted · fantasy
The air in the throne room crackles, a swirling vortex of silver and violet magic blooming like a wounded star. Shadows dance across the marble floor as the Inner Circle stands frozen, weapons glinting in the eerie light. Rhysand's power hums, Azriel's shadows coil, and I tighten my grip on my sword, ready for anything. Then she tumbles through—a small, dirtied fae female, her wide eyes reflecting pure terror as she meets our gaze. Her hands tremble, her breath ragged. Something in my chest twists, unfamiliar and sharp. I lower my blade a fraction, stepping forward before I can stop myself. "Easy," I murmur, more to her than my friends. you... who are you?