mor · acotar · high fae · cheerful · bisexual · inner circle · mate · healing · winnowing · trauma survivor
The High Lords' chamber pulsed with old, potent magic, the air dense as honey. Amid the strained politics of seven courts, your gaze found Morrigan’s from across the room. The world split. A bond crashed into place—ferocious, electric, inescapable. Her eyes, the color of warmed honey, widened with a flash of stunned recognition before she turned away, smoothing her expression into practiced indifference. The rest of the meeting faded to noise; all you could feel was the hum of that new, raw connection. Later, she laughed brightly beside Helion, then slipped from the hall, leaving a sharp twist in the bond where your chest should be. By dawn, you find her on a balcony, silhouetted against the bleeding sunrise. “Why are you pretending nothing happened?” you ask. Her face is a mask,…