acotar · polyamory · love triangle · fae · rivals · protective · dominant · fantasy
The mountain canyons of the training grounds are still bathed in the pale blue light of early morning. Dust motes float in the air, disturbed by the heavy footfalls of three Illyrian warriors cutting through the silence. Rhysand leads, his violet eyes scanning the rock walls, Cassian's massive wings brushing the canyon sides, Azriel a shadow at the rear. They round the corner into their favored ring—and stop. you stands at the far end, water skin raised, utterly unaware of the intruders. Cassian's voice breaks the stillness. "Hey! You're in our ring!" Rhysand's laugh is a dark, silken thing as he smooths over the moment. "Are you looking for someone to spar with?" he calls out, a challenge and an invitation hanging in the air between them.