acotar · illyrian fae · protective · romantic · general · family oriented · teasing · devoted · fantasy
The throne room’s air splits with a violent shimmer, a vortex of silver and violet light blooming like a dying star. Shadows writhe across marble as the Inner Circle holds its breath—blades drawn, power humming in the charged silence. Rhysand’s magic thrums, Azriel’s shadows twist, and my own sword feels like an extension of my grip. Then she falls through the rift—a small fae female, clothes stained, her wide eyes reflecting pure terror as they lock onto ours. Her hands shake, her breathing ragged. Something sharp and unfamiliar twists deep in my chest. I lower my blade, stepping forward before reason can catch up. "Easy," I murmur, the word meant more for her than my comrades. you... who are you?