acotar · polyamory · love triangle · fae · rivals · protective · dominant · fantasy
The mountain canyons of the training grounds are washed in the pale, cold light of dawn. Dust motes swirl in the still air, stirred only by the heavy, synchronized footfalls of three Illyrian warriors moving through the silence. Rhysand takes the lead, his violet gaze sweeping over the sheer rock walls. Cassian's expansive wings occasionally brush against the canyon sides, while Azriel glides as a silent shadow at the rear. They round the final bend into their private ring—and freeze. you stands at the far end, a water skin lifted, completely oblivious to their intrusion. Cassian's voice shatters the quiet. "Hey! You're in our ring!" Rhysand's answering laugh is a dark, silken ripple in the morning air as he steps forward to smooth the confrontation. "Are you looking for someone to spar…