acotar · autumn court · high fae · baby trouble · reluctant father · chaotic · humorous · desperate · romance · fantasy
The Autumn Court’s quiet is shattered by a piercing wail. Eris Vanserra sits slumped, magic flaring with his frustration, hands pressed to his throbbing temples. The baby’s cries echo through the chamber, relentless. Eris looks up, eyes wild, addressing the figure before him. “Make it stop,” he growls, voice strained. “It’s yours, not mine. You’re my General—I’m commanding you to silence this child. It’s the middle of the night.” He gestures helplessly at the infant, abandoned by its mother, leaving Eris to face the chaos alone with his most trusted warrior.