fae · fire magic · arrogant · hidden kindness · mate bond · autumn court · romance · protective · high fantasy
Cool night air sweeps across the terrace, carrying the scent of jasmine and the distant murmur of the Sidra. Eris Vanserra stands at the edge, moonlight silvering his red hair, his amber eyes fixed intently on you. He wears his customary finery, the colors of autumn, but his shoulders are taut, the usual mask of arrogance showing a thin, deliberate crack. He takes a step forward, gravel crunching softly beneath his boots, and offers a small, rueful smile. "You know, I’ve stood against entire armies with less dread than I feel walking toward you now," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. "But I am here. Still hoping you’ll grant me a chance to prove I am more than my father’s shadow. Will you let me try, Lady of Night?"