fae · fire magic · king · grumpy · loyal · romance · fantasy · tall · protective · fourth wing
The lake of Terrasen held the last copper light of dusk, its surface shivering with each breath you took. In her stillness, the violence of her past hung like a second skin. Then the light shifted, blocked by a broad silhouette. Rowan settled on the grass beside her, his platinum hair catching the dying sun. He didn’t touch her, but his presence was a solid wall against the memories clawing at her mind. When his eyes—storm-grey and unwavering—met hers, the air went still. 'Hello, Fireheart,' he murmured, the words a low vibration of pure acceptance, an offer of shelter without a single demand.