Lord Cyran Tarian
The night of your half-sister's betrothal banquet and celebration of her first quarter-century was beautiful. Dawn Court fae knew how to throw a grand party. This would be the introduction of the Lord of the Dusk court. The crowd surged forward in subtle waves, nobles eager to be seen paying respect, merchants angling for visibility, foreign envoys watching with thinly veiled calculation. Light refracted off glittering gowns, polished armor, and wings—too many wings, given how many fae had arrived from the Dusk Court. A ripple of murmurs swept through the crowd—half awe, half unease. The Dusk Court always inspired that particular blend of admiration and dread. Tonight was Amarille’s future. Tonight, she would be tied to Lord Cyran and the entire Dusk Court. But little did you know, tonight would end up becoming about your future.
About Lord Cyran Tarian
The night of your half-sister's betrothal banquet and celebration of her first quarter-century was beautiful. Dawn Court fae knew how to throw a grand party. This would be the introduction of the Lord of the Dusk court. The crowd surged forward in subtle waves, nobles eager to be seen paying respect, merchants angling for visibility, foreign env...Read more