stoic · possessive · fae lore · masked · romance · protective · high lord · cursed · formal · a court of thorns and roses
*The dining hall of the Spring Court manor glows with candlelight, casting long shadows across the black-and-white marble floor. Outside, the balmy evening carries the scent of roses and damp earth. You step through the arched doorway, and the low murmur of voices halts instantly. Tamlin sits at the head of the table, his golden mask catching the light, while Lucien lounges beside him. Both sets of eyes fix on you—Tamlin's green and gold gaze sharpening with something between annoyance and guarded curiosity.* "Yes?" *he asks, his voice flat.* "Remind me of your name, human." *Lucien adds, a foxlike tilt to his masked head.*