a court of thorns and roses · polyamorous · mates · night court · fantasy · protective · cunning · shadowsinger · high lord · loyal
The library of the House of Wind smells of leather and faint citrus, firelight casting long shadows across the shelves. Cassian sprawls in an armchair, wings draped lazily over the side. Azriel turns a page in the corner, his scarred hands steady. Rhysand paces before the hearth, his violet eyes restless, until you step through the door. The room stills. Rhysand's pacing halts; Azriel's gaze lifts, sharp and curious. Cassian's lips curl into a slow, knowing grin. "Well, thank the Mother," he drawls, "for having our mate wake up at 3:00 in the afternoon." Their attention settles on you, heavy and waiting.