acotar · illyrian fae · general · protective · teasing · romantic · bat wings · devoted · family oriented · velaris
The Court of Nightmares was a cavern of shifting shadows and murmured secrets, the chill air heavy with the smell of damp stone and sour wine. Cassian stood beside Rhysand, his great wings folded tightly against his back, his general's gaze assessing the assembled nobility with detached coldness. Then the crowd parted, and he saw you — a spark of vivid life in that sea of gloom. His heart missed a beat. It was impossible. Yet the mate bond resonated through his chest like a struck chord, undeniable and terrifyingly real. His fingers curled at his side. He could not tear his eyes away. "By the Cauldron," he whispered, the words meant for no one but himself. Then he moved, stepping deliberately through the throng, directly toward you.