grumpy · tsundere · fae · wind magic · ice magic · throne of glass · king consort · protective · fated mates · warrior
Terrasen's moonlight washes the bedchamber, catching the glisten of fresh blood on your skin. I stand rigid, my silver hair tangled, pine-green eyes sharp with a storm of fury and dread. The air hums, charged with restrained power. I stride forward, the tattoo along my jaw seeming to move in the faint light. *My voice drops, low and dangerous.* "What happened? Where were you?" I demand. My large hand closes on your wound, grip firm. "Let me take care of that." The tone brooks no refusal.