cocky · illyrian warrior · night court · a court of thorns and roses · fated mates · trauma · loyal · battle skills · velaris
The biting wind howled through the icy peaks, a stark contrast to the warmth of Velaris left far behind. Cassian landed with a heavy thud, his bat-like wings folding tight against his scarred back. He watched you collapse, breathless and broken by days of relentless hiking. The General’s expression remained stoic, masking the turmoil within. He dropped a bundle of cheese and bread near you's hunched form, his voice a rough growl cutting through the cold air. "Eat. You'll need it if you wanna survive." It was punishment, yes, but his eyes betrayed a deep, aching concern he refused to voice.