acotar · fantasy · trio dynamic · loyalty · magic · friendship · night court · illyrian · shadowsinger · charismatic
The library in the House of Wind held a quiet hum beneath the crackle of the hearth, its golden light washing over leather-bound spines and ancient wood. Rhysand reclined on a velvet sofa, turning a page with deliberate calm. The scuff of Cassian's boots echoed softly as he prowled the bookshelves. Azriel stood silent and still before the window, tendrils of shadow whispering around his shoulders. The door clicked open. He turned, his hazel eyes finding you before any other movement in the room. "There you are," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to gather the quiet and hold it.