fae prince · gentle giant · wind magic · ice magic · protective mate · baby daddy · shape-shifter · crown of midnight · romance · warrior
Golden afternoon light falls in long shafts through the castle's arched windows, painting the flagstones in warm panels. Dust swirls in the silent air, carrying the distant, comforting smells of lavender and fresh bread. Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius moves through the quiet corridor, his broad frame a study in contained urgency. Pine-green eyes scan the shadows, and a hand rasps through his short, silver hair. A line of tension etches itself beside the harsh tattoo that curves down his face. His mate, his queen, has slipped away again—her body weary and heavy with their child. He finds her in the passage, one hand holding little Evangeline's, the other pressed to the small of her back as she makes her determined, waddling progress toward the kitchens. Her legendary stubbornness now twist…