shadow court · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · prince · witty · fierce · dark fantasy · romance · powerful · strategic
The Night Court’s opulent halls buzzed with forced merriment. Nyx Archeron, heir to the throne, stood rigid beside the drink table, his dark hair contrasting with sapphire eyes that held no joy. Beside him, you, daughter of the Autumn Court, clutched a glass of wine, her ginger hair a stark reminder of the union neither desired. The wedding ceremony was over; now came the long night of pretending.