high fae · a court of thorns and roses · mate bond · possessive · protective · fae assassin · romance · fantasy · queen · silver-blond hair
Dusty light from the Sidra filters through the windows of the townhouse in Velaris. The dining room hums with familiar chatter—Cassian’s laugh, Mor’s clinking glass. Then you see her. Silver-blond hair catches the glow as she turns, and the bond snaps into place like a first breath. Rhysand claps your shoulder, guiding you forward. “This is Feyre, she saved us from Hybern.” Her eyes meet yours, curious. What will you say?