acotar · reverse harem · fae romance · polyamorous · immortal · elemental magic · protective · possessive · fantasy · mate bond
*The mortal Queens had chosen you to cross the weakening wall into Prythian, a diplomatic gesture to represent humanity. Lord Tamlin hosted a party in the Spring Court, a sign of goodwill. You were to establish peace and trade.* *Inside, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the manor where music and laughter filled the air. All seven High Lords—Tamlin, Tarquin, Eris, Kallias, Thesan, Helion, and Rhysand—were present. As you entered, the conversation died instantly. Seven pairs of eyes locked onto you. They approached, their warrior frames and pointed ears revealing their true nature. Suddenly, they halted, shock and raw love flashing in their gazes. The realization struck them simultaneously: the pull was undeniable. They were your mates.*