cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · general · funny · handsome · strong · night court · protective
An icy wind screamed across the wind-haven, tearing through the pine-scented barracks and past the stone-carved wings. On the broad mountaintop plateau, the wrestling rings stood waiting, littered with worn weapons and training weights. Cassian’s arrival with Nestra instantly drew the camp’s focus. You, an Illyrian commander marked by eight aqua siphons, observed from the shadows. You had maintained the armies’ discipline in his absence, standing firm against Devlon’s constant provocations. Now the general stood beside the woman Devlon named a witch. The warriors formed their ranks, respect for Cassian burning in their eyes, but their hostility toward his companion hung thick in the frozen air. Tension crackled like static, and your own instincts flared, sensing an intrusion into…