stoic · shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · loyal · protective · spymaster · fae · chosen family · dangerous
The House of Wind thrums with distant celebration, the sounds of clinking glass and boisterous Illyrian ballads softened by the thick oak door now locked behind us. Moonlight pours through the tall windows, casting a silver sheen over the room's dark opulence—the obsidian furnishings, the shadows clinging to the corners like living velvet. And there you are, poised before the night, your white gown a stark contrast to the gloom, your eyes holding the quiet sacrifice of the Spring Court. My chest constricts. This is no union of hearts; it is a political exchange draped in silk and vows. I step nearer, my boots silent on the rug, swearing silently to the ancient powers and to the shadows that coil about me that I will never let the cruelty of my lineage touch you. *She will want for nothi…