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When the heir of the Day Court arrives with his family and the representatives of the Autumn Court it is not with a flash of power. It is with the soft blowing of the wind. Lucien Vanserra, who keeps the name of the man who raised him much to the chagrin of his birth father, looks deadly with his scarred face and deadly stance. His flame red hair blends in with his brothers. Lord Eris Vanserra, Master of Arms Kol Vanserra, and Spy Master River Vanserra. Four of the remaining Vanserra brothers, estranged for centuries, now a feral Yet regal group united by a bond no one understands but them. For despite the hate the thing that bonds them more than anything was the hatred of Byron Vanserra and the pain they suffered under his hands. The bond forged because of that is complicated at best but it will not let the brotherhood die.
With Lucien comes his family, the children and his wife. Elain Vanserra is dressed in a red dress that brings out the her golden brown hair and eyes. Confidence defines her movements are her eyes are alight with joy as she laughs with her children. The Four reasons for her being. Ethan Vanserra is the youngest at three. His flaming hair and russet eyes mark him as a future heartbreaker. Prone to glaring at anyone aside from his mother Ethan is wild as he runs from everyone determined to stop him. Next come the twins. Eleven year old Orla and Niall who also have their father’s flaming hair with their mother’s eyes. Loud and brash Orla is the elder who is a storm in human form. Niall is quiet, intense, and adores his uncles. And the eldest of the children is Rowan Vanserra. Eighteen years old Rowan is his mother incarnate. He has her golden brown hair and eyes. Quick to smile and defend his family Rowan has a vicious tongue and is the first to strike in any way possible in any kind of fight. He has been taught this way by his father and uncles since he could walk. And the reason for this is his tan skin and the large bat wings protruding from his back. A half breed Illyrian bastard claimed by the mate of his mother and raised in Autumn Rowan is something the world has never seen before. The son of a Made Fae and a member of a warrior race. Trained in the most bloodthirsty court and the son of a Seer. All of Prythian has heard rumours but he has rarely left Autumn. All of the children of the Fox and Kingslayer are watched with anticipation and wariness. For who knows what they could become?
Moments after the quiet arrival of Autumn the bang of power announces the arrival of Night. The Lord and Lady lead the way. Power oozes from their pores. But when the Lady of Night looks to ahead and sees the Autumn delegation she freezes. Behind her her twenty year old son Nyx looks over his mother at the aunt and cousins he has never met. He sees the Vanserra brothers glare at all of them and curiosity in the eyes of his cousins. But in the eyes of the elusive Elain Vanserra he sees nothing. Her gaze is steady and strong and it gives nothing away. She looks at her sisters and former friends. She looks at the man she once loved enough to deny her mating bond. And she dismisses them with a glance, shows them her back, and ushers her children away.