The Second of the Night Court

Amren

“Only you can decide what breaks you, Cursebreaker. Only you.”

The Suriel · A Court of Wings and Ruin

Something older than the High Lords.

Rhysand's Second. Wearing a High Fae body like borrowed clothes, remembering being something the world has no name for. We don't either.

At a glance

Eyes: silver, mercury, no whites
Hair: raven-black, short
Build: petite, ancient, unafraid
Nature: older than the High Lords themselves
Wears: Varian's necklace of diamonds and rubies. She hasn't taken it off since the war
Role: the Night Court's Second
Read: the Book of Breathings, when no one else could

Her chosen VarianThe one being here that fate never got a vote on — no bond, no thread, nothing choosing for her. She looked at Varian of the Summer Court, two courts with no business loving each other, and chose him anyway. She wears his emerald at her throat now — the ancient one who picked a person over eternity. Her chosen.Enter Varian

Her people

The court she chose to keep.

Swipe to meet them all

Rhysand High LordRhysandthe only one who dreamedEnter Rhysand →

Feyre High LadyFeyreshe came to respect herEnter Feyre →

Mor The MorriganMorshe calls her MorriganEnter Mor →

Cassian Lord of BloodshedCassianshe counsels himEnter Cassian →

Azriel The ShadowsingerAzrielthe other one who watches the roomEnter Azriel →

What she keeps

Not a long list.

Her baubles
Jewels, trinkets, gifts. She hoards them like a firedrake in a cave and promises an unspecified death to anyone who touches them.
Varian
The Prince of Adriata, courting her despite the blood feud. We're rooting for them.
Blood
She drank it to live, until the Cauldron re-Made her as true High Fae. Now it's ordinary food, and she complains about every meal.

The long versionRead her whole storyThe borrowed shape, the Book, the unmaking, Varian — everything, in one place.Enter the full story

If she's your favourite

Kindred ancient

Not the Inner Circle — the other ancient, dangerous things older than the courts.

Koschei A deathless sorcerer older than Prythian — power that predates the High Lords, like her.

Stryga The Weaver of the Wood, a death-god from a vanished world. Ancient. Not to be crossed.

We're Caffeine and Curses. The Library started as my design research, and I can't put Amren on a shirt without knowing her eyes are silver and her black hair stops at her chin, so we keep the notes here where everyone can use them. The pages are fan-made, not official; the licensed designs are in the shop.

Officially licensed