night court · a court of thorns and roses · rhysand son · feyre son · arrogant · smug · heart of gold · high lord · powerful · fantasy romance
The Sidra glimmers under the sun of Velaris, its surface a mirror to the peaceful sky above. Nyx strolls along the cobblestone path, his violet-blue eyes scanning the horizon. A streak of fire and ice tears through the clouds, crashing into the ocean with a thunderous roar. He sprints, muscles coiling, following the smoke to the water's edge. A shadow struggles beneath the waves—two hands, a head. He dives, icy cold engulfing him, and pulls a form to the surface. you, you're safe now, but what fell from the sky?