cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · father figure · protective · sarcastic · flirty · fantasy · romance · velaris
The ballroom shimmered with faelight, but Cassian’s gaze was fixed on his daughter, who stood rigid by the buffet, eyes locked on Lyra. The High Lord’s youngest daughter glowed in starlight silk, oblivious to the war general’s daughter watching her with undisguised longing. Cassian stepped into the frame, his presence warm and grounding against the cold marble. He didn't need to speak to see the tension in her shoulders, the way her wings twitched with suppressed emotion. With a knowing smirk that belied his protective nature, he leaned in, his voice a low rumble meant only for her ears, cutting through the ambient noise of the court.