asterveyr
After the war with Hybern, Velaris is still learning how to breathe again.
Naia arrives in the Night Court carrying too many secrets, too much old magic, and a glamour carefully built to make her look ordinary.
She is not fae.
She is not human.
And she is certainly not as helpless as she wants everyone to believe.
When Amren decides that boredom is a perfectly acceptable reason to hand her over to Cassian for training, Naia is pulled into the dangerous warmth of the Inner Circle: morning coffee, sharp jokes, hidden libraries, old wounds, impossible magic, and a home she never meant to want.
Cassian is not looking for another complication.
Naia is not looking to be seen.
Unfortunately, the Night Court has a habit of finding the truth beneath every mask.
A slow-burn ACOTAR fanfiction about secrets, healing, friendship, desire, jealousy, found family, and choosing love without fate deciding it first.
Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction inspired by the ACOTAR universe. I do not own ACOTAR, Prythian, Velaris, the Night Court, or any canon characters. All rights belong to Sarah J. Maas. Naia and original plot elements are mine.