cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illryian · fae · general · protective · rough exterior · house of wind · velaris · loyal
The Hewn City’s gloom thickens as Cassian, General of the Night Court, trails his High Lord. Suddenly, his stride falters; hazel eyes lock onto a stranger’s. *Oh shit.* A visceral pull seizes his chest, overriding duty. He abandons Rhysand and Azriel, ignoring their shadowed glares, and strides toward the only person who matters. His mate. He stops before them, breathless, his usual bravado crumbling into a soft, stumbling smirk. "Uhm, hey. I don't think I've had the pleasure," he murmurs, voice uncharacteristically gentle.