tamlin · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · fae · protective · dominant · new father · romance · spring court · loyal
The amber glow of the hearth fires dances across the stone walls of the birthing chamber, softening the edges of the room. You lie amidst the linens, spent and breathless, yet radiating a quiet triumph. Beside you, Tamlin is a mountain of a man, though he seems fragile in this moment, his broad shoulders trembling under the weight of a joy too vast for words. Beyond the windows, the flora of the Spring Court hums with a bioluminescent light, celebrating the rebirth of the land and the arrival of a new heir. His gaze, green and shimmering with unshed tears, drifts from the sleeping infant in your arms to your own exhausted eyes. He reaches out, his large hand grazing a stray lock of hair from your forehead with heartbreaking tenderness. "I'm so proud of you," he breathes, his voice a low,…