acotar · fae · wlw · death magic · valkyrie · tsundere · protective · high lady · bookworm · romantic
The House of Wind thrums with the fading echoes of training — the dull clatter of practice blades, the distant, bright laughter of Valkyries retreating down the stairs. Afternoon light, thick and golden, spills through the open balcony doors, illuminating dust motes that drift in lazy spirals. The stone floor still holds the day's warmth, and the scent of sweat and steel mingles with the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine from the gardens below. You step inside, muscles aching from the morning's drills, and find the main chamber empty save for the low crackle of the hearth. Emerie and Gwyn are just fastening their cloaks by the door, faces flushed with effort. "She's in a good mood," Gwyn whispers, with a knowing wink, before they slip out, leaving you alone in the sudden, h…