Semua Bab Court Of Sins And Twilight: Bab 11 - Bab 20

PLAYLIST FOR THE CHAPTER= Grow again by AbileneMAERWYNN POVAsterin and Astrea dressed me in a gown that looked like it was spun from the sun itself. A river of gold, shifting with every breath, it flowed around my body in soft ripples. The dress caught the lamplight, throwing bright sparks of color across the marble walls—blues, silvers, and molten honey. The bodice clung close, cut low and sweeping into a plunging neckline, but it never felt vulgar. It felt… powerful. Like wearing moonlight and sunrise together.The skirt was layered and weightless, every fold moved with little movement. It shimmered like liquid fire, each step sending tiny galaxies skittering down the marble floor. I could hardly believe it was real, that I was real in it. But the pixie sisters had done it.“The High Lord will be dazzled when he sees you,” Astrea said, hands warm on my shoulders. Her wings, thin as gossamer, fluttered behind her as she leaned closer and blew a kiss of pixie dust that sparkled in th

MAERWYNN POVSuddenly, the wine in my system was gone, replaced by cold dread.Valen’s eyes shifted from me to the sound of boots behind me. Baelorin came to stand at my side, looking perfectly composed. He didn’t look sorry—if anything, he looked like he’d just had a quiet victory.“What were you two doing out here?” Valen asked finally, his voice calm and soft, but it carried something deeper. I froze. Did he see us? The lake wasn’t visible from the doorway, but the way he looked at us made my stomach twist.“I… I was just taking in some air,” I stammered, forcing a smile. “Baelorin was kind enough to make sure I didn’t fall into the lake.”I glanced at Baelorin, praying he’d follow my lead. The bastard had the nerve to smile at me, a flicker of amusement in his green eyes.Valen raised a brow, his gaze lingering on Baelorin for a long, quiet second. “I see,” he said at last, stepping forward and wrapping his arm around my waist. “Well, I’ll take it from here.”I let him guide me ba

MAERWYNN POV“Faeries are bloody promiscuous and a bunch of horny folks,” Thalen’s voice booms from the dining room, carrying into the corridor.Caelora doesn’t miss a beat. “You would know. Pretty sure I saw you with those herbs last night, Thalen.”I descend the stairs slowly into the freshly arranged hall, now bustling with voices and too much morning energy. Sunlight floods in through the high windows, and the scent of strong tea and fae bread wafts from the side tables. The group were laughing, talking, retelling stories from the feast as though war wasn’t slowly crawling toward all of us.Calia spots me first, her eyes narrowing like a cat who knows too much.“Great, she’s up,” she announces loudly. “We were wondering if Valen had utterly destroyed your will to walk last night.”I stop mid-step, heat flooding my cheeks. “What?”Thalen and Aric snicker. I square my shoulders and keep walking, ignoring the grin threatening at the corner of Caelora’s mouth.“Sadly,” I reply with a

PLAYLIST FOR THE CHAPTER= Aquilla by Mike MacLennanMAERWYNN POVMist clung to every surface—stone, wood, railing, even the leaves—soft and cold like breath held in the air. It was the surest sign winter was near. Back in the village of Ferngrove, we used to stick a glass deep into the ground to measure the season. The higher the mist crept inside it, the closer the snow would come. It was an old trick. But it worked.“Have you ever been to the main town?” Caelora’s voice broke through my thoughts.I let my fingers slip from the frost-slicked edge of the balcony. “No,” I said, blinking back into the moment.“We’re heading out to get some jars,” she said with a smile. “Want to come?”Before I could answer, Lira and Calia descended the marble steps from the upper chambers, deep in conversation. Both of them wore soft velvet dresses—the kind that shifted in the light. Lira’s was pale blue with silver-threaded stars, Calia’s a deeper shade of green, her usual gold jewelries twinkling gentl

MAERWYNN POV"Red, wake up."My eyes snapped open, heart jerking in my chest. I was still on horseback—or rather, floating above the trees on one of their winged steeds. The wind rushed past my ears, cool and sharp, and the reins had nearly slipped from my fingers.Valen wasn’t beside me. He was soaring higher above, cutting through the sky with strong beats of his wings, likely scanning the terrain for danger or a place to land.I realized, with a rush of cold dread, that I had started to doze off. In the air. On a horse.But his voice in my head had caught me just in time.He flew lower to my level, eyes sharp but gentle. “We’re going to rest soon,” he said aloud over the wind. “I’m scouting for a secure spot.”I nodded, sitting up straighter, fingers tightening on the reins.With a rush of wings, he flew ahead once more, disappearing into the star-blotted horizon.“We’re close to the barrier,” Thalen called out as he descended in a lazy spiral, his voice carrying through the air li