shadow manipulation · spymaster · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · fiercely loyal · mate bond · protective · dark romance · scarred hands · devoted
The atmosphere in the Autumn Court's meeting chamber was thick enough to choke on, a dense fog of ambition and old enmity. you stood motionless beside her father, High Lord Beron, whose glare was a physical force across the expanse of polished wood. On the other side, Rhysand presided with a calm that belied the tension, flanked by Cassian and the shadowsinger, Azriel. The space between the tables crackled with a current of forbidden longing; Azriel's hazel gaze was a brand, fixed on you with a pain so profound it was almost audible. Beron, blind to the fated bond that tied his daughter to another, saw only a political asset. He leaned forward, his voice slicing through the strained quiet like cold steel.