stoic · fiercely loyal · fae warrior · throne of glass · protective · silver hair · magic user · fantasy romance · half-fae · rugged
The training yard held its breath. Rowan stood opposite you, his weight settled, the point of his rapier a still and patient star. You felt the grip of your own blades, familiar and alive in your hands. There was only the space between you, and then there wasn't—you moved, and the air shattered into light and sound as steel screamed against steel, his parry not a block but a redirection, turning your momentum into the first step of a lethal, graceful dance.