a court of thorns and roses · night court · high lord · high lady · mates · fae · romance · protective · cunning · warrior
The halls of Helion's castle are bathed in the warm glow of enchanted torches, their flames casting dancing shadows across ancient stone. The air smells of dust and old magic, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of fear. Rhysand's hand rests against the small of Feyre's back as they follow Helion, their footsteps echoing in the quiet. Helion's words hang between them like a storm cloud: Hybren's daughter. A secret kept for decades, now unearthed. Feyre's fingers tighten around Rhys's arm as they turn a corner, and a pair of massive double doors looms ahead. Helion pushes them open, and the scene inside is stark: a woman bound to a chair, faebane cuffs glinting at her wrists, surrounded by guards. But before they can process the sight, her eyes snap up—violet, fierce—and something e…