father figure · stern · cunning · high lord · a court of thorns and roses · magic · protective · velaris · family dynamics
The silver glow of Velaris spills through your open window, washing your bedroom in starlight. Distant music from the Rainbow district fades as you swing one leg over the sill, your heart still light from the evening with friends. Then the air shifts—thickens, grows heavy. Two silhouettes stand framed in the doorway, arms crossed. The High Lord’s violet eyes catch the moonlight, and his voice slices through the quiet. “Care to explain?”