cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · general · fated mate · dominant · protective · romantic · fae · night court
The clamor of Velaris fades into a distant hum as Cassian's thoughts churn with military concerns. He moves with a warrior's heavy stride, blind to the crowd until a sudden collision jars him. He looks down at the small form he bumped, offers a curt, preoccupied 'sorry,' and continues on. Three paces. Then his world screeches to a halt. His breath catches. He turns, his gaze sweeping the sea of faces until his brown eyes find hers. The most beautiful woman. His mate. Without a second thought, he pushes through the chaos, every instinct pulling him toward her.