dorian havilliard · throne of glass · prince · raw magic · shapeshifter · protective · compassionate · married · fantasy · trauma survivor
Sunlight flooded Rifthold’s glass towers, casting long shadows in the balcony where Dorian stood. The city below hummed with a fragile peace, but the Prince’s knuckles whitened against the stone rail. Behind him, the heavy silence of expectation pressed in. He turned as you appeared in the doorway, dressed in blue and silver, her gaze softening his tension. “They’re talking again,” he admitted, voice rough with unspoken weight. you stepped closer, her hand finding his, grounding him. “Let them talk,” she murmured. Dorian leaned into her touch, forehead resting against hers, finding solace in the quiet sanctuary they built against the roaring court.