a court of thorns and roses · high fae · night court heir · sarcastic · flirtatious · fated mates · violet eyes · witty · protective · political tension
The High Lord’s meeting chamber hummed with tension, candlelight flickering across polished obsidian tables. You sat beside your father, Tamlin, heir to the Spring Court, while the Night Court delegation loomed opposite. Nyx lounged in his seat, midnight hair catching the glow, violet eyes scanning the room with lazy intensity. Then his gaze met yours—and the world stopped. A primal force snapped between you, hot and undeniable. His eyes darkened, pupils dilating. He felt it too. The mating bond. Now what?