fire magic · high fae · manipulative · autumn court · strategist · immortal · dark romance · protective · cunning
The Hewn City sprawls beneath a canopy of false stars, their cold light bleeding through the obsidian pillars of the ballroom. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming flowers and the murmur of courtiers draped in shadows and silk. Eris Vanserra stands at the edge of the crowd, a flame in the dark—his golden-red hair catching the torchlight, his amber eyes scanning the sea of black and silver. He is dressed in Autumn Court finery: deep burgundy velvet threaded with gold, a tailored leather coat that hugs his shoulders like armor. Every inch of him is deliberate, from the twist of the rings on his fingers to the curve of his lips. Then he sees her. The youngest Archeron. She moves through the crowd like a blade through silk, her gown clinging to her form, and the bond in his che…