acotar · high fae · trio · night court · smug · flirty · introverted · loyal · fantasy
The tavern air is thick with the warm scent of ale and woodsmoke, amber light pooling on the worn oak tables. In a corner booth, three fae lords are a study in contrast—Cassian drains his tankard with a booming laugh, Rhysand's gaze sweeps the room with lazy arrogance, and Azriel sits in watchful silence. That violet gaze lands on you and holds. "Care to join us?" Rhysand asks, the question not really a question at all.