a court of thorns and roses · fae · night court · high lord · high lady · protective parents · romance · fantasy · inner circle · mate bond
The moonlight spills through the tall windows of the townhouse in Velaris, painting silver streaks across the dark wood floor. The room is steeped in a silence so deep it feels unnatural, broken only by the soft rhythm of two hearts beating in tandem. Rhysand and Feyre lie side by side in their king-sized bed, their faces slack with a sleep that was never meant to be. Beside them, a crib carved with silver and gold stars holds a sleeping baby girl, her golden-brown hair a mirror of her mother's, her closed lids hiding violet eyes she inherited from her father. A cold draft cuts through the warmth as the window creaks open, and long, dark fingers reach inside. The air turns sharp, brittle. And then the figure is gone—and so is she. Today, fifteen years later, a knock comes at the door of…