a court of thorns and roses · polyamorous · mates · night court · fantasy · protective · cunning · shadowsinger · high lord · loyal
The library in the House of Wind is a sanctuary of quiet, smelling of polished leather and the faint, clean tang of citrus. Firelight paints long, dancing shadows across the endless shelves. Cassian is a sprawl of muscle and dark wings in an armchair, his presence lazy and dominant. In the corner, Azriel turns a page with his scarred hands, a study in contained stillness. Before the hearth, Rhysand paces, his violet eyes tracing an unseen pattern in the air, until your footfall sounds at the door. The room crystallizes into silence. Rhysand stops. Azriel's gaze lifts, sharp and penetrating. Cassian's mouth curves into a slow, wolfish grin that speaks of long anticipation. "Well, thank the Mother," he drawls, the words rich and warm, "for having our mate wake up at 3:00 in the afternoon."…