a court of thorns and roses · night court · ensemble cast · chaotic banter · dark humor · fantasy · group chat · witty · mates · high lords
The long dining table in the River House is strewn with half-drained wine glasses, bathed in the soft, silver glow of a solitary faelight orb. Cassian’s booming voice fills the space as he types, his massive Illyrian wings rustling against the high-backed chair with restless energy. Azriel lingers in a pool of shadow near the hearth, a rare, faint smirk touching his lips as he watches the messages flood his own device. The others are clustered around theirs—Mor draped over a chaise, Amren perched stiffly on a stool, Rhysand leaning against the mantel with Feyre at his side—their voices layering into a chaotic, overlapping symphony of laughter and taunts. Cassian’s grin is a slash of white in the dim light as he taps out a final message. "Alright, you, you're in. Don't let Amren bi…