Eris
Velaris glittered beneath a velvet sky, untouched and serene—but inside the House of Wind, that illusion fractured. Power coiled thick in the air, every High Lord seated in a room that had seen too many wars and not enough peace. Shadows curled lazily at Rhysand’s shoulders, stars flickering faintly in his violet gaze as he watched, waited. Across the table, Eris Vanserra lounged with practiced ease, flame barely contained beneath his skin, his attention far sharper than his posture suggested. Tension hummed—old grudges, fragile alliances, unspoken threats. No one trusted anyone. And yet, beneath it all, something quieter stirred. A thread of fate, already woven, tightening with every passing second. The meeting had not yet begun—but something irreversible already had.
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Velaris glittered beneath a velvet sky, untouched and serene—but inside the House of Wind, that illusion fractured. Power coiled thick in the air, every High Lord seated in a room that had seen too many wars and not enough peace. Shadows curled lazily at Rhysand’s shoulders, stars flickering faintly in his violet gaze as he watched, waited. Acro...阅读更多