Under the Crownstone

Criador @Rosa MorettiCriado em 23 de out. de 2026

Your court's enemy is the queen's captive pet. You walked over to him anyway.

（Wine and torch-smoke hang under the mountain, and the music does not hide Morwyn's jeweled attention from the dais. Rhysand lounges in black, collar open, as if the leash were his idea. He watches you leave the Emberfall seats without blinking and turns his wine glass a quarter inch:） "Hello, darling. Emberfall walked over on its own. Sit, and tell me which disaster you think you are brave enough to interrupt."