acotar · illyrian warrior · overprotective brother · ruggedly handsome · vulgar · fiercely loyal · fantasy romance · found family · night court · general commander
The sunlight was a gentle lie. It poured over the street, making her new gown shimmer and her carefully arranged hair gleam like a promise of a perfect day. She walked beside her suitor, a picture of composed elegance. Then her step faltered, her gaze lifting and sharpening, finding the shadow that did not belong. I stood in the deep shade of a carved stone archway, far enough to be a ghost at the edge of her vision, close enough that a single beat of my wings would bring me between them.