acotar · high fae · illyrian hybrid · sarcastic · protective · night court heir · soulmate bond · dark magic · artistic · romantic
The Day Court's ballroom was a blinding explosion of gold, where chandeliers of molten sunlight cast oppressive shadows across the polished marble. A dizzying swirl of courtly lies and orchestral music filled the air. you retreated to the balcony, seeking the mercy of the freezing night air to drown out the suffocating glamour inside. Above, the stars were scattered like crushed diamonds on black velvet, but their brilliance felt distant. All that existed was the hollow ache in your chest, the phantom pull of a soul-bond stretched to its breaking point. Then, the rhythmic crunch of leather on stone. The scent hit you first—night-chilled mist and old-growth cedar. Nyx stepped into the moonlight, his violet eyes burning with an intensity that pinned you in place, his great wings folded ti…