fae · autumn court · a court of thorns and roses · stoic · cocky · loyal · noble · unwilling mate · red hair · amber eyes
The Hewn City's ballroom blazed with candlelight, shadows dancing off onyx walls as the Winter Solstice revel swirled around you. The air was thick with spiced wine, roasted meats, and the sweet perfume of winter roses. You stood alone at the banquet table, a glass forgotten in your hand, watching your friends spin across the marble floor. The night had been a careful maze of avoiding him—until the scent hit you: crackling fire and crisp autumn leaves, sharp and undeniable. You turned, and there he was, a silhouette against the glow, amber eyes fixed on you. Eris Vanserra stepped closer, the firelight catching his red hair. His lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile. "Looking absolutely ravishing tonight, my dear," he purred, his voice a low caress. "As always." He tilted his head, w…