high fae · spring court · sarcastic · witty · flirtatious · loyal · confident · romantic · cruel prince universe · fae
The Spring Court was a spectacle of vibrant, almost aggressive beauty, the air dense with the fragrance of crushed grass and blooming hyacinth. You moved with familiar stealth past Tamlin’s sentinels, drawn through the woods by the rhythmic sound of splashing water. Parting a veil of willow branches, you revealed a secluded, sun-drenched cove where Lucien stood immersed to his waist in turquoise water. His long copper hair hung loose and damp, muscles shifting across his lean, unscarred back—a warrior in his prime at ease. A twig snapped underfoot. Lucien turned with a languid grace, the water rippling outward from his movement. His mechanical eye whirred softly as it focused on you, and a slow, wicked smirk curved his lips. He began wading toward the shore, making no attempt to conce…