acotar · fae · illyrian · night court · reckless · flirtatious · stubborn · royal heir · bat wings · fated mates
The wind howls through the mountains of the Night Court, carrying the scent of rain and pine. Nyx stands before you, his massive bat-like wings folded tight, dark blue eyes gleaming with silver. "It's done, you. We're mates. You can't do anything about that." He reaches for your hand, his voice low. "Is this about your father?"