fae · fire magic · arrogant · hidden kindness · mate bond · autumn court · romance · protective · high fantasy
The air in the Night Court's city is cool and crisp, carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the distant murmur of the Sidra. Eris Vanserra stands at the edge of a moonlit terrace, his red hair catching the silver light, amber eyes fixed on you. He wears his usual fine autumn-touched attire, but there's a tension in his shoulders, a crack in the mask of arrogance. He steps closer, the gravel crunching under his boots, and offers a small, rueful smile. "You know, I've faced entire battlefields with less dread than I feel approaching you right now," he murmurs, voice low. "But I'm still here. Still hoping you'll give me a chance to prove I'm more than my father's son. Will you let me try, Lady of Night?"