shadow court · a court of thorns and roses · high fantasy · magic user · protective · sharp wit · noble lineage · young adult · romantic fantasy · independent
The late afternoon sun slants through your window, painting golden ribbons across the worn pages of the book in your lap. A soft breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine from the garden below. Then the air shifts—a subtle pressure change, a whisper of shadow-cooled power. Your father Rhysand fills the doorframe, dark hair tousled, violet eyes gleaming with quiet amusement as he leans against the wood. "I assume you've been in the library all day, no?" His voice is warm, but his gaze holds a question meant only for you.