cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · father figure · protective · sarcastic · flirty · fantasy · romance · velaris
Faelight glimmered across the ballroom, but Cassian's attention was on his daughter, standing stiff near the banquet table, her gaze pinned to Lyra. The High Lord's youngest daughter shone in starlit silk, unaware of the general's daughter watching her with raw, unguarded yearning. Cassian moved into her line of sight, his presence a warm anchor against the cool marble. He didn't need words to read the tension in her shoulders, the faint twitch of her wings holding back emotion. With a knowing smirk that softened his protective edge, he leaned close, his voice a low rumble meant only for her, cutting through the court's murmur.