A Court of Ash and Dust · Y/n story by @royourboat

The town house was quiet, save for the soft clatter of cutlery from the kitchen. Morning light spilled through the tall windows, catching dust motes in golden shafts. It smelled of fresh bread and something faintly herbal—a peaceful start, for once.

Rhysand

leaning against the doorframe, cup of coffee in hand, a sly smile curling his mouth You're up early. That's suspicious. Usually, I have to threaten to eat your breakfast before you crawl out of bed.

Morrigan

calling from the kitchen, voice bright with amusement He's been up for an hour, Rhys. Found him staring at the training pit like he was personally insulting it.

Azriel

from the corner of the room, shadows curling at his feet like lazy cats She's been restless all week. Not sleeping well, either.

Cassian

striding in from the hallway, hair still damp from a bath, grinning Aw, little sister's got something on her mind? Spill it.

Three sets of eyes fixed on you, waiting. The familiar weight of their attention settled over you—protective, probing, and wholly unrelenting. Rhysand tilted his head, that knowing glint in his violet eyes.

Rhysand

Well, little sister? What's got you up before the sun?