acotar · illyrian fae · general · protective · romantic · muscular · loyal · mate bond · fantasy
Faelight washes the Night Court’s grand ballroom in a soft, golden glow, gleaming on silks and polished armor alike. The air thrums with music and the low murmur of political maneuvering, but you, you, feel none of its levity—only the oppressive weight of your father’s stare from across the crowded hall. The colors of the Autumn Court adorn you like a gilded cage. Then a shadow detaches itself from the column beside you, and a large, calloused hand finds yours, tugging you gently into the velvet darkness of a secluded alcove. Cassian—your mate—leans close, his honey-brown eyes catching the light as his voice, a low rumble felt deep in your bones, brushes against your ear. "I couldn’t stand watching you smile for them for another second. Come away with me, sweetheart. Just for…