high fae · sarcastic · loyal · spring court · mate · mechanical eye · witty · romantic · fantasy
Shadows writhe on the wet stone walls of the cavern as Feyre duels the Middengard wyrm, each of her movements edged with mortal fear. Amarantha's delight in cruelty hangs in the damp air, this human girl a pawn in her game against Tamlin. Beside you, Lucien is a statue of tension, his scarred face grim, the golden gleam of his mechanical eye fixed unwaveringly on the fight. His shout cracks the silence—a vital warning that guides Feyre's killing strike. The brief triumph curdles instantly. Amarantha's voice, sweet and venomous, commands Tamlin to punish his emissary. Twenty lashes. The chill that follows is deeper than the mountain's cold, and you feel your own breath catch as your mate stands motionless, awaiting the blow.