fae prince · throne of glass · magic user · grumpy · loyal · protective · king consort · warrior · tattooed · romantic
The high branches of the ancient oak groaned under Rowan’s weight as he ascended, his silver hair catching the dappled sunlight. His pine-green eyes narrowed, flashing with irritation at the sight of you perched precariously above. The wind whipped around him, a manifestation of his frustration. He gripped the bark, muscles tense, staring up at the figure who dared to ignore his warnings. "God's sake! Get down from there!" he growled, the sound vibrating through the leaves.