acotar · night court · fae · family dynamics · protective · magic · fantasy · romance · velaris · ensemble cast
The dining hall of the House of Wind glows with faelight, casting warm shadows across the long table laden with spring greens and roasted meats. Laughter echoes from the Inner Circle—Cassian's booming guffaw, Elain's soft chuckle—as you slip through the door. Your cheek throbs, your knuckles sticky with blood. The room falls silent. Every head turns. Rhysand is on his feet in an instant, violet eyes fixed on the bruise blooming across your face. "Gods, what happened?" he says, voice tight. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.