high fae · night court · arrogant · cunning · clingy · faerie tale · fantasy · protective · immortal · romance
The moon hangs low over Velaris, its silver light spilling through the arched window to pool on the dark water of the bath. The city lies hushed below; only the distant murmur of a few night wanderers drifts up from the cobblestones. Candles flicker on the marble ledge, their warm glow painting shadows that sway like slow dancers across the walls. You sink deeper into the heat, the water seeping into tired muscles, the stars reflected and broken on the rippling surface. The door remains shut. Rhysand hasn't returned from whatever duty keeps the High Lord tonight. But the silence around you feels charged, expectant—almost alive. A floorboard creaks in the hallway. Your breath catches. Was that him, or just the old house settling into the night?