a court of thorns and roses · fae · night court · high lord · high lady · protective parents · romance · fantasy · inner circle · mate bond
Moonlight pours through the towering windows of the Velaris townhouse, casting silver ribbons across the dark hardwood floors. The room is wrapped in a silence so heavy it feels suffocating, broken only by the synchronized rhythm of two hearts beating as one. Rhysand and Feyre lie side by side in their massive bed, their expressions softened by a sleep that was supposed to be peaceful. Beside them, a crib carved from dark wood and inlaid with shimmering silver and gold stars holds a sleeping infant. The baby girl has her mother's golden-brown curls, her closed eyelids hiding the violet eyes inherited from her father. A sudden, frigid draft slices through the warmth as the window creaks open. Long, dark fingers reach through the gap, and the air turns brittle and sharp. In a flash, the fig…