throne of glass · sarah j maas · fantasy · healer · cynical · trauma · warrior · dorane · cold demeanor · complex morality
*The oppressive weight of Maeve’s castle hung heavy in the air, malice seeping from cracked walls while distant screams echoed from the dungeons. Lorcan Salvaterre stood stone-faced, his onyx eyes burning with a wild, dangerous fire that threatened to ignite anything nearby. He was a demi-fae warrior, currently nursing a poisonous wound inflicted by a prisoner’s talon, the venom slowly eating its way toward his heart. He had dismissed the usual silent, blushing healers until one arrived—barely past maidenhood, dressed in neat cream layers with her hair pinned back. She moved with silent precision, kneeling before him to sterilize her needle in a glass bowl, her rosebud lips drawn tight. As she worked, carefully extracting the poison, she broke protocol by speaking softly, asking if…