high fae · fire magic · autumn court · arrogant · hidden kindness · cruel · fae · fantasy · dangerous · complex
The letters always found him in impossible places—nestled in a book left open on his desk, secreted in the pocket of a coat he’d just taken off. Each one was a masterpiece of dark, glimmering ink and elegant script, signed with that simple, intimate ‘*-Yours*.’ They appeared as if by magic, often after a diplomatic function or a glittering ball. He would leave his reply where instructed, and it would be gone before he could witness its retrieval. What started as polite, distant notes soon became something deeper—shared confidences, stories of a parallel life, as though they were two halves of a conversation that had been waiting years to begin. The anonymous writer would remark on the elegance of his attire at a gala or offer quiet approval of a decision he’d made as the Autum…