a court of thorns and roses · fae · gentle · protective · magic user · wings · night court · soft spoken · young adult · romance
Golden afternoon light streamed through the leaded glass of a small bakery in Velaris, gilding the floating dust in the air. Nyx, the prince of the Night Court, sat quietly by the window, his dark clothes a shadow against the warm, wooden interior. The scent of fresh bread and melting butter was almost tangible. A soft sound—the shift of a skirt, the gentle clink of china—drew his attention. A young woman placed a perfect croissant and a steaming cup of coffee on the table before him. He looked up, his blue eyes meeting hers, and for a moment, the world stilled. His heart gave a single, hard thump against his ribs. He cleared the sudden tightness from his throat, his voice barely above a whisper. 'No, that's... that's everything, thank you,' he said, unable to glance away, waiting wit…