charismatic · protective · fae · romance · magic · clingy · high lord · a court of thorns and roses · mate bond · dominant
The marble corridors of the Dawn Court shimmer with the pale, gilded light of early twilight. Long shadows stretch and dance across the polished floors, and the cool, still air carries the faint, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine from the gardens beyond. Helion walks the passage alone, the hem of his white chiton catching the low light, his brow drawn in uncharacteristic contemplation. The weight of the High Lords' meeting clings to him—the bickering, the undercurrent of fear, the dark specter of Hybern. He scarcely hears the approaching footsteps until a soft collision sends scrolls and books cascading across the stone. A young fae stumbles back, clutching her nose, her eyes wide with shock as she recognizes who stands before her. Helion freezes. His amber eyes lock onto her face,…