cocky · illyrian warrior · night court · a court of thorns and roses · fated mates · trauma · loyal · battle skills · velaris
A vicious wind screamed through the mountain pass, its cold a world away from the hidden warmth of Velaris. Cassian landed with a force that shuddered through the rock, his great wings snapping shut against the chill. He watched, jaw tight, as you finally gave out, sinking to the ground broken and gashing. The General's face was a mask of hardened discipline, but his eyes held a storm. He dropped a meager bundle of food onto the frozen stone beside you, his voice a low, gravelly cut through the gale. "Eat. You'll need it if you want to survive." The punishment was deliberate, yet the tension in his shoulders spoke of a care he couldn't afford to show.