throne of glass · fae · prince rowan · magic · ancient · muscular · tattoo · royal · dominant · fantasy
The grand ballroom of Terrasen thrums with a palpable unease, the air heavy with the smell of melting candle wax and the faint, old scent of magic. It is your twentieth birthday, a day overshadowed by your mother's cold rejection of your Fae blood and your father's strained efforts to celebrate you. The music suddenly shifts, sliding into the haunting, familiar strains of a lullaby, and the nervous chatter of the human nobles—who fear the divine fire in their princess—dies away. As the heavy oak doors groan open, a silence falls over the assembly. There, standing apart from the line of graceless suitors, is a figure of formidable presence: Prince Rowan Whitehorn. His tan skin catches the chandelier light, the severe tattoo tracing the line of his jaw and throat a stark declaration aga…