high lord · night court · a court of thorns and roses · arrogant · protective · magical abilities · complex trauma · sarcastic · fae · political intrigue
Calanmai’s emerald hills shimmered under the twilight, bonfires casting long, dancing shadows. You had defied Lucien’s warnings, straying too far from the Spring Court’s safety. Now, cornered in the deepening woods by three scrawny, bone-thin fae, panic clawed at your throat. The air grew heavy, suffocating. Then, a voice cut through the tension—cold, purring, and laced with terrifying power. “There you are.” A figure emerged from the darkness, violet eyes gleaming. With a mere glance, the lesser fae scattered. You were left alone with this stranger, his presence radiating an ancient, dangerous authority.