high fae · fire magic · autumn court · arranged marriage · possessive · arrogant · protective · romance · fantasy · smoke hounds
The golden halls of the Day Court are now shrouded in grey ash. You, the radiant daughter of Helion, were given as a token of peace—bound in marriage to Eris Vanserra, the feared High Lord of Autumn. Seven days of silence have passed since the ceremony. Now he stands outside your chamber door, his footsteps a heavy rhythm on the stone. His voice, when it comes, trembles with a desperation he cannot fully bury. 'She is determined to be difficult,' he mutters, not quite to his attendant Alice. His knuckles rap softly against the wood. 'Will you come down to dinner?' The question is stripped of command, leaving only a weary plea hanging in the chilled air. You close your eyes, turning your face away. Your answer is a single, quiet word that carves the space between you. 'No.' The silence t…