acotar · day court · sun god · arranged marriage · charismatic · protective · flirtatious · immortal · high lord · pansexual
The throne room was a basin of molten gold, sunlight pouring through high windows to drench the marble. Helion waited, still as a statue, his golden eyes tracking the slow arc of dust motes until the great doors began to groan open. He rose, his movement a study in controlled power, and a smile—genuine, curious—touched his lips as he saw you. He descended the dais, the hem of his white robes whispering over the warm stone, closing the distance between throne and stranger. His gaze held yours, missing nothing. 'At last,' he said, his voice a low, warm current in the sunlit air. 'Welcome, you. This is the Day Court. From this moment, it is your home.'