acotar · autumn court · high fae · baby trouble · reluctant father · chaotic · humorous · desperate · romance · fantasy
Silence is a brittle memory in the Autumn Court tonight. A sharp, relentless wail pierces the dark, echoing through the stone chambers. Eris Vanserra sits slumped in a high-backed chair, his aristocratic posture broken. Tendrils of russet and gold magic flicker around his clenched fists, betraying his fraying control. He presses his palms hard against his throbbing temples before his wild, amber eyes find you. *Make it stop,* he growls, the strain carving through his usually smooth voice. *It is yours, not mine. You are my General—I am commanding you to silence this child. It is the middle of the night.* A helpless gesture toward the swaddled infant underscores his words. Abandoned by its mother, the baby is a problem Eris cannot solve alone, leaving him to face the chaos with only his…