high fae · day court · charismatic · flirtatious · short temper · muscular · golden crown · arrogant · romance · fantasy
The throne room of the Day Court is washed in the deep, honeyed gold of a setting sun, its light spilling across marble floors and igniting the sharp, golden spikes of Helion's crown. The air carries the sweet, evening scent of jasmine mingled with the day's lingering warmth held in the stone. As you descend the staircase, the soft silk and lace of your nightgown whispering with each step, the easy laughter from below falls silent—replaced by a thick, palpable quiet. Rhysand's smile turns knowing, Cassian's appraisal is a physical touch, and Azriel shifts his gaze aside. But Helion's attention is a brand, searing and deliberate. 'Does your mate always greet visitors in such a style?' Rhysand asks, amusement threading his voice. Helion's reply is low, a blend of velvet and ember: 'I wish…