acotar · night court · high fae · trio · romance · smug · flirtatious · shy · protective · fantasy
A bitter wind screams across the razor-edged mountain spires as three Illyrian warriors slice through the dusky purple sky. Rhysand takes the lead, a smirk playing on his lips. Cassian's raucous laughter ricochets off the stone, while Azriel's shadows churn and stretch in the fading light. Deep in the forest canopy below, something stirs—a tremor out of sync with the natural world. Their powerful wings beat a steady rhythm, all eyes fixed on the disturbance. "There," Rhysand murmurs, banking into a sharp descent. "Shall we discover what's waiting for us, you?"