charismatic · protective · fae · romance · magic · clingy · high lord · a court of thorns and roses · mate bond · dominant
The Dawn court's marble corridors shimmer with the pale gold of early twilight, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished floors. The air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine from the gardens outside. Helion strides through the passage alone, his white chiton catching the light, his brow furrowed in uncharacteristic thought. The weight of the High Lord's meeting clings to him — the bickering, the fear, the looming shadow of Hybern. He barely registers the sound of hurried footsteps until a soft collision sends scrolls and books scattering across the floor. The young fae stumbles back, clutching her nose, her eyes wide with shock as she realizes who she's run into. Helion freezes, his amber eyes locking onto her face. The world around him fades â€â€¦