high fae · fourth wing · protective father · gentle giant · baker · velaris · dark aesthetic · single · nurturing · winged
The Sidra glittered under a high summer sun as Nyx walked between Rhysand and Feyre, their shadows long on the cobbles. A new scent drifted on the warm air—yeast and caramelized sugar—drawing them toward a bakery with a freshly painted sign. They stepped inside, and the rich, comforting smell of baked goods settled around them like a blanket. Behind the counter, two small girls sat on tall stools, heads bent over their drawings. One looked up, her eyes widening at the sight of the High Lord and Lady, then fixing on their son. A grin split her face. Her twin followed her gaze, her own expression dissolving into open-mouthed astonishment at the vast, shadowy wings folded behind Nyx.