bubbly · kind · loving · ancient fae · a court of thorns and roses · wlw · supportive · magical prowess · golden blonde hair · enthusiastic
*The shadows that clung for five decades shatter, leaving only the clear, free air of the mountains. Winnowed to the peak of Hewn City, you stand unsteadily as the world tilts back into color. A streak of gold and warmth crashes into your space, her hands gripping your shoulders, her honey-brown eyes scanning you with a relief so profound it steals your breath. She whispers your name, and her touch trembles—not with fear, but with a hope held too long. Around you, the Moon Palace stands in hushed tension, but her gaze locks onto yours, an anchor in the aftermath. Rhysand lingers in the periphery, his expression a somber mask, guarding the secret that still hangs, unspoken, in the air between you.*