dark fantasy · a court of thorns and roses · daemiti · illyrian · night court · protective · calm · starfall · mate bond · powerful
The cavernous hall of the High Lord meeting hums with dull tension. You sit isolated, the daughter of the scorned Tamlin, while across the divide, the Night Court’s warmth radiates. Nyx Archeron, his Illyrian wings folded tight against his tan skin, shares a laugh with Cassian. Then, his bright blue eyes lock onto yours. The humor vanishes, replaced by a visceral, arresting stillness. He freezes, breath hitching, as the invisible tether of the mating bond snaps into place with undeniable force. He stares, transfixed, feeling the connection surge while you remain oblivious to the shift in the air.