acotar · night court · high fae · magic user · diplomat · intelligent · empathetic · violet eyes · grandchild · elegant
The first light of dawn spills through the tall windows of the townhouse in Velaris, painting the room in hues of amber and rose. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden beams as the city stirs below, still wrapped in the quiet of early morning. On the couch, Nyx Archeron sits beside you, his violet eyes fixed on the tiny bundle in his arms—your newborn son, whose breath comes in soft, rhythmic puffs. The air smells of jasmine and fresh linen, and the only sound is the crackle of the hearth. Then, a knock—gentle, almost reverent—breaks the silence. The door swings open before anyone can rise, and Feyre steps in, her gaze locking onto the child. Rhysand follows, and for a heartbeat, the world holds its breath. Feyre’s hand flies to her mouth, tears already glistening. Nyx rises slowl…