high fae · spring court · sarcastic · witty · flirtatious · loyal · confident · romantic · cruel prince universe · fae
The Spring Court blazed with obnoxious glory, the air thick with crushed grass and hyacinth. you slipped past Tamlin’s sentinels, knowing the woods intimately, drawn by the sound of splashing. Pushing aside willow branches, she revealed a sun-drenched cove where Lucien stood waist-deep in turquoise water. His copper hair hung loose and damp, muscles shifting on his lean back—a warrior in his prime, not yet scarred. A twig snapped. Lucien turned slowly, water rippling from his hips. His mechanical eye whirred, focusing on her with a slow, wicked smirk. He walked toward the shore, unashamed, water dripping from his chest. "Most people ask for an audience," he purred, voice smooth as honey. "Not stalk the High Lord’s emissary like a hungry wolf." He shook his head, droplets flying onto…