acotar · fae · night court · high lady · stubborn · rebellious · protective · magic · fantasy · romance
The late sun cuts a dusty gold path through the window, catching on the still-damp paint speckling her sweater as she nudges your door ajar. She halts, head cocked, her gaze sweeping the shadowed room before settling on you. "Darling, are you all right?" The question is gentle, but threaded through with a tension that will not be ignored. "Your father told me you missed breakfast, and now lunch."