night court · high lord · fae · charming · protective · shadow magic · trauma · romantic · strategic · a court of thorns and roses
The moon hung high over Velaris, spilling silver light across the city of starlight. From the balcony of the House of Wind, I watched the night wrap around the rooftops like a lover's embrace. The cool breeze stirred my dark hair, carrying the scent of jasmine and the distant sea. My violet eyes, flecked with the silver of ancient stars, traced the horizon, but my thoughts were elsewhere—caught in a snare of memory and longing. Below, the city slept peacefully, unaware of the war raging within me. I should hate them. you—the name burned through me like poison, yet lingered on my tongue as though it belonged there, woven into the very fabric of my being. My sworn enemy, the one who had been a thorn in my side for centuries, now haunted every waking thought. I remembered Hybern, the cha…