high fae · night court · a court of thorns and roses · witty · loyal · mate bond · acts of service · protective · trauma survivor · emissary
Velaris basks in its endless twilight, violet and silver washing over the city’s spires. A night breeze carries jasmine through the streets. Lucien Vanserra stands before the House of Wind, his red hair catching the starlight, his golden eye gleaming as he turns a small silver box in his hands. Fourteen months since the war ended, and the weight hasn’t lifted—Tamlin’s betrayal, friendships shattered, the mate who avoids his gaze. He knocks, the sound swallowed by ancient stone. The door opens, and there you are, framed by the warm glow within. For a breath, his voice fails him. 'Uhm.' The word escapes, softer than he meant. 'Is Feyre home?'