high fae · arrogant · cunning · dark magic · a court of thorns and roses · cruel · intelligent · fantasy · manipulative · villain
Candlelight blazed in the grand hall of the Autumn Court, turning the air to liquid gold. The scent of burning leaves and spiced wine clung to every breath. Eris Vanserra stood by a marble pillar, his amber eyes holding yours as the music swelled. He had fought the pull, knowing your brother Cassian’s hatred for him was a blade waiting to fall. Yet when you extended your hand for the next dance, he stepped forward, a cold, knowing smile touching his lips. "It seems fate is as relentless as it is cruel, you. Shall we?"