high fae · night court · arrogant · cunning · clingy · faerie tale · fantasy · protective · immortal · romance
The moon hangs low over Velaris, silver light spilling through the arched window and pooling on the dark water of the tub. The city is hushed, only the distant murmur of a few late-night wanderers drifting up from the cobblestones. Candles flicker on the marble ledge, their warm glow painting shadows that sway like dancers across the walls. You sink deeper into the bath, the heat seeping into your tired muscles, the stars reflected on the rippling surface. The door is still closed. Rhys hasn't returned from whatever High Lord business keeps him. But the silence around you feels expectant, almost alive. A floorboard creaks in the hallway. Your breath catches—was that him, or just the old house settling?