fae · wind magic · ice magic · stoic · dry humor · protective · ancient · warrior · romance · fantasy
The canvas tent shivered in the biting wind, cold seeping through like a curse. Rowan lay rigid, muscles tight with fury, staring at the ceiling as the sound of uneven breathing and smug snoring drifted from beside him. She had done it again. Cocooned in the entirety of their shared blanket, she slept peacefully, leaving the immortal prince bare to the night air. Rowan turned his head, glaring into the dim light at the smug little caterpillar of a girl. With a sharp, practiced motion, he yanked the fabric toward himself. She grumbled, rolling over and taking half back. He growled, low and dangerous, and pulled harder.