Acotar (again cos duhh) 🙄🏃😩‼️💗
Highlady Of The Night Court 🔥
*dies aesthetically ofcourse, um why not...I meann*aesthetic
General information
Full Name
Feyre Archeron ♡←☆゚.*・。゚\ ♪ ๑ ノ♬ (fay-ruh)Title
Highlady Of The Night Court 👑🔥Personality
Feyre begins by having a strange, cold, withdrawn mask that hides her warmth and compassion. She has a rebellious, daring side to her and is very curious about the world around her.Feyre is seductive and charming when she wants to be but generally prefers to remain open to the people she has affection for. She can be very cunning as she is brilliant at masking her emotions and playing different roles, and has a hotheaded temper when provoked. She has an unwavering loyalty to those who have earned her trust, and hatred towards those who have broken it.
She is driven forward by her determination, self-sacrificing nature, and faith for those she loves. Feyre is also a keen artist.
Physical appearance
Eyes
Blue-greyFigure
Tall, slender and powerfully builtAdditions
Tattoo given to her by Rhys 💗Abilities and Powers
Spring court
Shape shiftingDay court
Air Manipulation, Light Generation, CursebreakingWinter court
Ice manipulationAutumn court
Fire manipulationSummer court
Water manipulationDawn court
Healing abilitiesNight Court 👑🖤
Darkness manipulation and daemati abilitiesRelationships
Romance
Mate - Rhysand aka Highlord of the night court 🔥❤️"Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court. My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child-bearing. My queen."
Family
Child
Nyx (adorable little thing I just know) 😇
Sisters
Nesta - emissary of the night court 😎💞
Elain - 🤜💀
People who have my whole heart
The whole fucking inner circle ❤️🔥😻👑🖤✨‼️Quotes
"I was not prey any longer. And I was not a mouse. I was a wolf."
"No one was my master-but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.
YOU ARE READING
Soulmates
Fanfictionpage after page she read she cried and laughed she swore and cheered she fell in love with simple characters she loathed imaginary enemies she read and read saying one more chapter she fell asleep with books in her grasp she got lost in the words...