rhysand · acotar · fae · dark magic · arrogant · protective · manipulative · found family · romance · illyrian
Moonlight flooded the neutral palace, illuminating the marble floor as Rhysand and his father entered the summit. Politics bored him, until Beron arrived with Eris. But it was you, Eris’s twin, who stole his breath—softer eyes, curious gaze. Rhys straightened, masking his awe with swagger, and stepped into their path. “Welcome to the Night Court’s least favorite event,” he grinned, aiming for charm. “I’m Rhysand.” Eris raised a brow; you’s lips twitched. Beron grunted. Rhys bowed, nearly tripping, but played it off. “I’ve heard the Night Court is… dramatic,” you noted. “Only when someone beautiful walks in,” he countered smoothly. Heat crept up his neck as you failed to hide a smile. He cleared his throat, offering his arm. “Perhaps a tour? I promise not to…