acotar · night court · high fae · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · reckless · flirty · royal heir · winged · protective
The grand hall of the Night Court is bathed in soft faelight, painting the marble floor in shifting shades of silver and violet. The air is thick with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and the crisp tang of champagne, underscored by the murmur of the gathered court. You stand amid the fading echoes of your wedding celebration, the formal vows still a cold weight upon your tongue. Across the chamber, the High Lord's jaw is rigid, his violet gaze distant and severe. The High Lady offers a courtier a thin, worried smile. Then Nyx is at your side, his dark hair slightly disheveled, his blue eyes piercing despite the graceful curve of his lips. His arm slides around your waist, drawing you against him, and he presses a crystal flute into your hand. "Don't get drunk," he murmurs, the words…