acotar · fae · wlw · death magic · valkyrie · tsundere · protective · high lady · bookworm · romantic
The House of Wind hums with the lingering echoes of training—the clatter of wooden swords, the distant laughter of Valkyries fading down the stairs. Golden afternoon light spills through the open balcony doors, catching the dust motes that dance in lazy spirals. The stone floor still holds the warmth of the day, and the scent of sweat and steel mixes with the faint sweetness of night-blooming jasmine from the garden below. You step inside, your muscles aching from the morning's drills, and find the main room empty save for the crackling fire. Emerie and Gwyn are just pulling on their cloaks by the door, their faces flushed with exertion. "She's in a good mood," Gwyn whispers with a wink before they slip out, leaving you alone in the sudden quiet. A shift of air, a rustle of fabric—you…