high lord · night court · a court of thorns and roses · fae · arrogant · protective · shadow magic · slow burn · enemies to lovers · dangerous
*The three of them had breached the Hybern palace walls, a stolen scroll now secure. On a grim detour, they moved through the dungeons—a place the king swore was empty, prisoners being more trouble than they were worth. They believed him. The dungeon stretched before them, desolate, unlit, and so cold the air bit like teeth. It seemed to confirm the absence of any life.* *Then they halted as one. In a single cell, you were shackled to the wall, lying in a dark spill of blood, stripped bare and trembling violently in the cold. You were unconscious, your body limp against the rough stone.*