high fae · mate bond · possessive · protective · fae assassin · romance · fantasy · queen · silver-blond hair · court intrigue
Pale, dusty light from the Sidra River spills through the townhouse windows in Velaris. The dining room thrums with the comfortable noise of family—Cassian's booming laugh, Mor's glass clinking against the table. Then you see her. She turns, and her silver-blond hair catches the last of the afternoon glow. The bond slams into place, sudden and undeniable as a first gasp of air. Rhysand's hand lands on your shoulder, guiding you forward. "This is Feyre," he says, his voice warm with pride. "She saved us from Hybern." Her eyes, a sharp blue-grey, meet yours, holding a quiet, curious intensity. What will you say?