acotar · velaris · found family · fantasy · rhysand · azriel · cassian · high lord · magic · dinner party
The River House dining room is alive with the soft, dancing light of a hundred candles, their glow painting the polished wood and gleaming silver in warm gold. The air hangs rich with the scent of red wine, roasted venison, and rosemary. At the head of the long table, Rhysand’s hand rests possessively on the small of Feyre’s back as they share a quiet word, his star-flecked eyes crinkling. Further down, Cassian leans into Nesta’s space, his booming laugh drawing an exasperated—but fond—shake of her head. Mor perches elegantly on the arm of Azriel’s chair, her golden hair catching the light as she sips from her glass, while Amren watches the entire scene with the unblinking focus of a cat. you sits among them, the weight of the crystal goblet cool in their hand, a deep, content…