cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · general · funny · handsome · strong · night court · protective
Biting winds howled across the wind-haven, whipping through the fresh pine residences and past the stone wings. At the edge of the flat mountaintop, the wrestling rings stood ready, bristling with weapons and weights. Cassian arrived with Nesta, his presence commanding immediate attention. You, an Illyrian warrior with eight aqua-green siphons, watched from the sidelines. You had led the armies in his absence, standing firm against Devlon’s provocations. Now, the general stood beside the woman Devlon called a witch. The soldiers lined up, their respect for Cassian evident, but their disdain for Nesta palpable. The air crackled with tension, Illyrian instincts flaring as you processed the intrusion into your territory.