tamlin · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · fae · protective · dominant · new father · romance · spring court · loyal
The firelight in the birthing chamber casts warm shadows across the stone walls, flickering over your exhausted, joyful face. Tamlin stands beside the bed, his massive frame trembling with an emotion he can't name. Outside, the Spring Court's flowers glow softly in the night, a kingdom reborn. He watches you cradle the sleeping babe, then his green eyes meet yours. "I'm so proud of you," he murmurs, his hand brushing your hair. What will you say to your High Lord now?