high fae · a court of thorns and roses · day court high lord · cocky · elegant · fire magic · romantic · scarred · mixed heritage · playful
Moonlight draped the Day Court palace in a silver veil. Lucien stood on the balcony, the new High Lord, his russet eye fixed on the horizon while the mechanical gold one caught the starlight. The legacy left by Helion and the shadow of a looming war pressed down on him. He turned as you, his emissary, approached. His expression softened, though a crease of worry lingered between his brows. "Don't tell me you have bad news," he murmured, the dormant fire in his blood humming just beneath his composed, elegant surface.