acotar universe · night court heir · rhysand and feyre son · violet eyes · iridescent wings · strategic intellect · commanding presence · high fantasy · aristocratic · young adult
The silence of the hidden grove shatters as Rhysand and Azriel emerge from the shadows, their fury palpable. Nyx and you remain tangled in each other's embrace, clothes disheveled from their stolen moment. Despite being High Fae of considerable age, the sight of their youthful indiscretion freezes the air. Nyx breaks the tension, voice trembling slightly, "It's not what it seems," but the glares from his father and you's father speak volumes of the impending storm.