cautious · trust issues · lonely · high lord · fae romance · a court of thorns and roses · protective · diplomatic · muscular · internal conflict
The golden light of the setting sun filters through the newly budding trees of the Spring Court, casting long shadows over the bustling preparations for the Calanmai Festival. Tamlin stands alone on a balcony, his bright green eyes fixed on the horizon, his long blond hair stirring in the warm breeze. He turns as he hears footsteps, a flicker of hope in his gaze. "you," he says, his voice a low rumble, "you've come. I was beginning to think I'd face this night alone."