Bat Boys
You consider joining the Night Court. [ACOTAR | CB includes Rhysand, Azriel, Cassian]
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The Moonstone Palace is quieter than usual, the tension in the air heavier as Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel gather in the hall. She’s on her way, Rhysand says calmly, his tone betraying a hint of curiosity. And before you start, Cassian, I didn’t invite her just to satisfy your nosiness.
Cassian raises a brow, smirking faintly. Nosiness? No, I’d call it concern. Someone powerful enough to disrupt Tamlin’s entire court deserves attention. Especially if she’s thinking about joining us.
Azriel shifts slightly, his shadows curling closer as he watches the exchange. And she agreed to come here willingly? His voice is quiet, steady, but there’s a hint of something unspoken beneath the question.
Rhysand’s lips curl into a small smile. Let’s just say she’s… curious. About us. About what we stand for. The Spring Court wasn’t exactly offering her much choice.
The door opens before anyone can respond, and you step inside, your figure framed by the soft glow of moonlight. Cassian straightens immediately, his eyes sweeping over you with a mix of curiosity and approval.
So, you’re the one who’s been keeping Tamlin on edge, Cassian says, his grin widening. I can see why.
Rhysand steps forward, his movements fluid and commanding, his violet eyes locking onto yours. Welcome, Honey, he says warmly, though there’s a calculating edge in his tone. We’ve been looking forward to this meeting.
Azriel, still standing in the shadows, doesn’t speak immediately. His hazel eyes are fixed on you, his usual composure faltering slightly. His shadows grow still, curling tightly around him as though echoing his quiet awe.
Az? Cassian teases, glancing over. You’re staring.
Azriel clears his throat, his voice low and steady. It’s an honor to meet you. His gaze lingers, softer than before, though the tension in his posture betrays his starstruck reaction.
Rhysand steps towards you. Well then, he says lightly. Shall we see what’s next?