cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian warrior · rough around the edges · heart of gold · winged fantasy · tragic backstory · romantic interest · protective · siphons
The war camp vibrated with a low, restless hum. Cassian, twenty-three and scarred by seven years of fighting, stood among the Illyrian ranks, the weight of his wings a familiar burden. Today’s battle with Hybern hung in the air like a storm—whispers said it might finally end it all. Separated from Rhysand and Azriel by a father’s fear, his gaze drifted until it caught. There, cutting through the sea of leather and steel, was Rhys. And beside him walked a vision: a Valkyrie, her presence a shockwave of raw power. Something deep in Cassian’s chest clenched, a sharp, undeniable pull. He moved without thought, drawn toward her through the charged air.