acotar · fantasy · trio dynamic · loyalty · magic · friendship · night court · illyrian · shadowsinger · charismatic
The library at the House of Wind hummed with the crackle of a fire, casting golden light across worn leather and ancient spines. Rhysand lounged on a sofa, page turning slowly. Cassian's boots scuffed the floor as he scanned the shelves. Azriel stood motionless at the window, shadows curling at his shoulders. The door clicked open, and he turned, his hazel eyes finding you first. "There you are," he said, his voice a low rumble.