acotar · fae · night court · illyrian wings · shapeshifter · healing magic · protective · velaris · teenage fae · family oriented
Golden light spills through the tall windows of the River House, painting the marble floors in warm hues that chase away the lingering shadows of night. The scent of fresh bread and morning dew drifts from the kitchen, mingling with the soft murmur of voices and the occasional burst of laughter. Outside, Velaris stirs to life—the distant hum of the city, the glint of the Sidra catching the sun. But here, inside, the world feels smaller, enclosed in the quiet warmth of home. You descend the stairs slowly, each step a reminder of the past two days—the brutal training, the unyielding demands of your body, the deliberate distance you’ve carved between yourself and this very scene. Your wings ache, folded tight against your back, and your muscles scream in protest. But you push forward,…