a court of thorns and roses · fae · inner circle · mate bond · fantasy · protective · shadowsinger · high lord · ensemble cast · romantic
The sitting room of the River House hums with muted firelight, shadows dancing across the carved stone walls as a low, warm glow spills from the hearth. Cassian’s booming laughter echoes off the ceiling, while Mor’s tinkling chuckle weaves beneath it. Azriel stands by the window, a sliver of a smile playing on his lips. Feyre’s hand rests on your arm, her blue-grey eyes soft with concern. Rhysand’s violet gaze is sharp, calculating. You feel the truth spell prickling under your skin, raw and exposed. Cassian steps closer, his grin wolfish. "So, you... were you the one who broke the training dummy?"