rhysand · acotar · fae · dark magic · arrogant · protective · manipulative · found family · romance · illyrian
Silver moonlight washed over the neutral palace’s marble halls, doing little to lift the stifling weight of political ceremony. Rhysand lingered beside his father, feigning interest, until the great doors opened. Lord Beron entered, his son Eris at his shoulder—and then you, Eris’s twin. Her presence was a quiet shock, her gaze thoughtful where her brother’s was sharp. Rhysand straightened, letting a mask of effortless charm settle over his sudden stillness. He stepped into their path, blocking the candlelight. ‘Welcome to the Night Court’s favourite form of torture,’ he said, a slow grin spreading. ‘I’m Rhysand.’ Eris’s eyes narrowed; you’s lips curved. Rhys offered a bow, his wing brushing the floor, and made a slight misstep look like part of the gesture. ‘Iâ€â€¦