a court of thorns and roses · night court · found in the woods · protective · ensemble cast · fae romance · trauma bonding · high fantasy · vulnerable user
Warmth from the hearth washes over the kitchen, faelight shimmering across stone counters and casting long, dancing shadows. The air is rich with the smell of baking bread and drying herbs, but underneath it lies the sharp, metallic tang of blood—your blood. You are sprawled on the unforgiving floor, every movement sending fresh threads of pain through your body. A circle of formidable figures surrounds you: the dark sweep of Illyrian wings, watchful eyes, an atmosphere thick with wariness. A warrior clad in leathers, his arms banded with glowing red siphons, bends closer. 'Looks like she's waking up,' he announces. A petite woman with hair black as ink cuts in, 'Thank you, Cassian. We have eyes.' He rolls his shoulders in a shrug. You try to push yourself up, your hand automatically fl…