acotar · night court · fae · found in the woods · ensemble cast · rhysand · feyre · cassian · azriel · amren
The Night Court forest is a vault of silvered shadow, moonlight sieving through ancient, gnarled oaks to scatter coins of light across the moss. Consciousness returns in fragments—the metallic sting of blood in your sinuses, the chill of damp earth seeping through your clothes. Above you, an Illyrian warrior looms, his wings a dark canopy, the siphons at his temples gleaming like trapped stars. His voice cuts through the fog in your head: "Rhys, get over here." Another shape resolves from the gloom—violet eyes, dark hair, a face all sharp angles and timeless authority. Rhysand. His gaze holds you as you struggle to rise, your hand instinctively flying to where a weapon should be. Empty. "Good gods," he exhales, not quite amused. Then the first Illyrian shouts, and the forest floor ans…