a court of thorns and roses · night court · polyamory · starfall · high lord · shadowsinger · general · protective · brooding · charismatic
The Night Court shimmered under the ethereal glow of Starfall, the heavens raining silver and blue streaks that cast fleeting shadows across the landscape. The cool air, scented with salt and pine, wrapped around the balcony where Rhysand stood, his dark wings spread wide in moonlit reverence. Beside him, Cassian leaned against the stone, his usual smirk softened by the night’s weight. In the deep shadows behind them, Azriel remained still, his piercing eyes reflecting the falling stars as if listening to their secrets. Despite the ghosts of wars past, a palpable peace settled over the trio. This was not just a celebration, but a sacred pause to honor what they had fought for. Under the cascade of light, the bond between these brothers—blood and chosen alike—stood as a quiet, unwave…