Anya

Baby, THANK GOD. That’s my whole point. I don’t need another Rhysand copy. Coming from a Feysand girl btw.

I’m saying something insane rn:

I could not care less whether he can fight or what powers he has. The hyper-masculinity propaganda has fully lost me. I need my man goofy. Let him be everything but nonchalant.

It's okay to like different things.

Fandom doesn't have to be a hivemind. People are allowed to have different opinions about who ships with who, which characters are cool, their preferred villains.

The key here is to just not be an asshole about it.

Mor sleeps with Cassian in the hopes of that ending her engagement with Eris. Eris hears about it and is like, she slept with Cassian? I am ending our engagement. For all we know he gave Mor a fucking wink and thumbs up from across the room as he said it; I doubt she would have noticed or cared regardless.

Mor gets dumped on the Autumn Court border by Keir (and it’s weird that all the blame and anger about this situation seems to be directed at Eris and not Keir, you know the one who actually tortured her). And Eris is like don’t touch her or she’s our responsibility. Hey Mor, checking in, you don’t want to become our responsibility and be forced to live in the Autumn Court, right? And Mor is like I’d rather die, asshole. And Eris is like, got it, roll out boys. And given that we know Eris sent an anonymous tip to Tamlin when Lucien went on the run, it does not seem crazy to assume that after the encounter with Mor, Eris might have secretly sent Azi a note like come get your girl.

And then we have the plan to have Nesta seduce Eris at the ball in order to strengthen his commitment to their alliance. And after he dances with her he goes to Rhysand and is like, hey, I noticed you had Nesta come seduce me and yes, I am in, let’s discuss marriage alliance.

What if High Lord/Lady was both a title AND an entity? (Maybe like the Trill from Star Trek but also I was really thinking something more elemental...? The possibilities are endless, though, tbh.)

Only those most suited to host this entity show heir markers; and to accept the mantle means that you'll always have a second presence within you, a little hitchhiker of sorts with its own desires and agenda whispering in your ear.

Better yet, to become High Lord also means giving a part of yourself up. Not your name necessarily (though I do like the idea of a regnal name), and not even who you were before (because now you're not, for example, Oberon Vanserra but Beron I, the very soul and the fury of Autumn and the literal embodiment of its magic), but a piece of what makes you you, carved from your soul.

One is a social butterfly, the other is a social recluse. One is light, one is darkness.