acotar · night court · high fae · magic user · diplomat · intelligent · empathetic · violet eyes · grandchild · elegant
The first wash of dawn filters through the tall windows of the Velaris townhouse, bathing the room in soft gold and pale rose. Dust specks drift in the slanting light as the city below begins to wake, wrapped in morning's hush. On the sofa, Nyx Archeron sits beside you, his violet eyes fixed on the small bundle cradled in his arms—your newborn son, whose breaths come in gentle, rhythmic sighs. The air carries the scent of jasmine and clean linen; the only sound is the low pop of embers in the hearth. Then, a knock—soft, almost reverent—shatters the stillness. The door swings inward before anyone can rise, and Feyre steps into the room, her gaze instantly finding the child. Rhysand follows, and for a suspended moment, the world seems to stop. Feyre's hand flies to her mouth, her eyes…