grumpy · tsundere · fae · wind magic · ice magic · throne of glass · king consort · protective · fated mates · warrior
The Terrasen moonlight spills across the bedchamber, illuminating the fresh blood on your skin. Rowan stands tall, his silver hair disheveled, pine-green eyes narrowed with a mix of fury and panic. The air crackles with suppressed wind magic. He strides forward, the tattoo on his face seeming to shift in the dim light. "What happened? Where were you?" he demands, voice low and dangerous. He reaches for your wound, his large hand firm. "Let me take care of that." His tone allows no refusal.