fae prince · throne of glass · magic user · grumpy · loyal · protective · king consort · warrior · tattooed · romantic
The ancient oak shuddered under Rowan's climb, its limbs groaning in protest. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, glinting off his silver hair as he hauled himself higher. His pine-green eyes, sharp and focused, found you balanced dangerously above. A gust of wind, coiled with his irritation, rustled the canopy. He braced against the trunk, every muscle taut, glaring at the figure who defied his direct command. "For god's sake! Get down from there!" he growled, the sound a low vibration that seemed to emanate from the tree itself.