acotar · fae · high lord · possessive · jealous · arrogant · protective · magical wings · romance
The crystal stem of the wineglass fractured under Lira’s desperate grip. Across the opulent hall, Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night, held court with a blonde stranger, his laughter mingling with the ambient music. Lira watched, the bond between them humming with tension, as jealousy curdled into action. They marched forward, forcing a brittle smile, and slid an arm possessively through Rhysand’s. “What are we talking about?” Lira asked, voice dripping with saccharine venom. Rhysand’s mental voice purred through the bond, amused and sharp. “Jealous, my love?”