All Chapters of Court Of Sins And Twilight: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

MAERWYNN POV“Two lords have reached out and accepted our invitation,” Valen said the moment he twinkled into our bedroom, voice carrying a thread of hope.I was tightening the lace on my boot, seated at the edge of the bed. “Is that so?”“Yes, it is so,” he replied, tugging off his coat and draping it over a chair with a casual flick. His eyes swept over me—lingering. “Is there a mission I wasn’t told about?”I smirked. “No mission. Just training with Caelora and Lira. Maybe Edina, if she decides to come along.”He arched a brow, his tone softening. “She’s dealing with a lot. We need to be patient. Right now, she’s like a newborn learning how to walk.”“I know that,” I said with a sigh, rising to my feet and folding my arms. “And I wish she didn’t have to go through any of it. But… sometimes I wish she’d meet us halfway. We’ve all lost something.”Valen stepped closer, slipping his arms around my waist. His touch was grounding, warm.“At least you never lost what makes you you,” he s

EDINA POVRhaenan’s mouth met mine again, firmer this time, his hands cradling my face like I was something delicate. I wasn’t. Not anymore. But I didn’t stop him.I didn’t want to.His fingers slid through my hair, and I let my hands drift up his chest, curling into the fabric of his shirt. I could feel his heartbeat thumping—fast, wild, hopeful. Like he thought this meant something. Like it could mean everything.And gods, maybe I wanted it to.His lips moved to my neck, and I tilted my head instinctively, breath catching in my throat. Warmth unfurled low in my belly. A rush I hadn’t felt in too long. Not since I died. Not since I came back hollow.His hands roamed lower, gripping my waist, drawing me close, and my body responded. Automatically. Hungrily. Like it remembered what it was to be touched, even if my heart hadn’t caught up.I gasped as he lifted me, gently laying me down across the plush settee by the fire. The flames threw shadows across the walls, the flickering light p

MAERWYNN POVI’ve never attended a faerie wedding.Honestly, I never thought I ever would—at least not in this lifetime. But then again, I never thought I’d be dragged into Lyria either. And yet, here I am. Standing in the middle of a garden that feels more like a dream than a place, watching a wedding take shape right before my eyes.Pixies flitted through the air, carrying ropes of flowers and weaving them into sweeping arches along the edge of Valen’s garden. The blooms shimmered softly, shifting colors with the light—lavender, ivory, moonstone blue. It was a blend I’d never seen before, delicate but wild, elegant but untamed. Just like the court itself.The aisles curved in lazy, organic spirals rather than strict rows, and the benches—crafted from twisted silverwood and leaf-carved ends—floated a few inches above the ground as if the earth itself had given them permission to hover.Firelights drifted lazily through the air, glowing like warm stars suspended in the golden dusk, wh

EDINA POVGrand flower domes had been erected in the garden. I could see them clearly from the window of my room, glowing softly under twilight’s veil—blush roses, night-blooming lilies, and starlace vines woven into sweeping arches that crowned the aisle like a blooming cathedral.I stood there in silence, my heart pounding like war drums in my chest. One beat for every question that looped through my head. One for every doubt I tried to swallow.And for a fleeting, terrible moment—I wondered if I’d made a mistake.What have I done?Did I like Rhaenan? Yes.He was kind. Gentle. Steady in a world that had spun too wildly out of control. He made me feel safe, and that was more than most had ever given me. He made me laugh sometimes, when I forgot how.But love?Love was something else entirely. Something deeper. Wilder. Something with claws and fire.And yet—just to escape the threat of a man with green eyes like a weapon, I had agreed to this.A pact. A bond. A wedding that felt more

EDINA POVIn the blink of an eye, I was standing somewhere else.Gone was the wedding. Gone were the eyes on me, the altar, the spilled goblet of wine soaking into stone.Instead—I stood beneath a massive, ancient oak whose branches stretched like arms across the sky, woven through with hanging moss and strands of star-lanterns that glowed faintly with blue-green fire. Dozens—maybe hundreds—of candles floated midair in a gentle spiral around us, casting golden light against the surrounding stone.Baelorin's estate.Built into the side of a cliff and tree-rooted ravine, it rose like something out of a forgotten fairytale—vaulted arches, ivy-drenched balconies, and twisted ironwork railings. Moss blanketed the walls, softening every sharp corner. Crystal-clear water ran beneath the bridges and footpaths, shimmering under the candlelight like liquid sapphire.It was beautiful.And I hated it.Because it meant I was really here. That this had happened.And worse—he was behind me.Close. C