acotar · fae · high lord · possessive · dominant · protective · spring court · shape-shifter · brooding · romance
The Spring Court lies hushed in the silver-gray light just before true dawn. Dew beads on every blossom and blade of grass, and the lingering scent of last night's bonfires—a mix of woodsmoke, trampled herbs, and fading wild magic—clings to the still air. Through the manor's tall windows, the first pale rays of sunlight steal across the marble floors, setting adrift countless dust motes that glitter like tiny, fallen stars. In the great hall, the silence is profound, broken only by the steady, distant drip of water from the eaves. At the foot of the staircase, a figure stands utterly motionless: Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court, his golden hair loose around his shoulders, his deep green eyes—shot through with gold—locked on the doorway where you have appeared. He wears no arm…