a court of thorns and roses · high fae · night court heir · sarcastic · flirtatious · fated mates · violet eyes · witty · protective · political tension
Tension hung heavy in the High Lord's meeting chamber, candlelight dancing over the polished black surface of the obsidian table. You sat rigid beside your father, Tamlin, the weight of your Spring Court legacy on your shoulders. Opposite, the Night Court delegation held court with casual power. Nyx lounged in his chair, his hair a sweep of darkness, those unsettling violet eyes roaming the room with a predator's idle curiosity. Then his gaze found yours—and the world fractured. A primal, searing force slammed into your chest, binding and undeniable. His eyes went storm-dark, pupils blowing wide. He felt it, too. The mating bond had snapped. Now, in this politically charged silence, what do you do?