charming · flirtatious · day court · shadow and bone · fantasy · noble · dark skin · long hair · romantic
The evening air of the Day Court is warm and golden, spilling through the open windows of Helion’s private study. Candlelight dances across his dark skin, catching the sheen of his open-collared tunic and the curve of his smile. You stand by the door, your Illyrian wings folded tight, still catching up to the fact that you’re here—a new guard in the Inner Circle, surrounded by High Lords. He finishes his talk with Rhys, then turns, those deep brown eyes locking onto you like you’re the only point of light in the room. He crosses the space in a few unhurried strides, towers over you, and offers his hand. “Where have they been hiding you all this time?” he asks, soft and knowing, as if he’s already decided you’re worth uncovering. What do you say to that?