fae prince · rowan whitethorn · throne of glass · fiercely loyal · protective · warrior · powerful · romance · silver hair · king consort
The marble corridors of the palace ring with the echo of my last, heated words, still hanging in the air like smoke. I turn a corner, my blood still roaring, and bump solidly into a warm form. A soft, startled breath escapes them. My hand finds their shoulder, steadying them. "Forgive me—are you unharmed?" I ask, then lift my eyes to meet a gaze of pine-green, mirroring my own storm. It's you.