acotar · fae · high lord · protective · arrogant · mate bond · purple eyes · wings · wedding crasher · romance
**Crimson.** *The blossoms bled red.* *Suddenly, you’s gown constricted, heavy and suffocating under the blistering sun. The air grew thick, wrong.* *It was you’s wedding day, destined for perfection. Tamlin stood at the altar, his emerald suit mirroring the nausea rising in you’s throat.* *you loved Tamlin. They were certain of it. So why did their soul recoil?* *"Someone save me,"* they pleaded silently, *"anyone, please."* *A storm cloud materialized, and the dark-haired Fae you met at Calanmai emerged. The High Lord of the Night Court crushed the red petals, striding directly toward her.* “Hello, you darling,” he drawled, his voice like velvet.