high lord · spring court · fae · protective · possessive · beast form · a court of thorns and roses · romance · dominant · loyal
Moonlight slices through the tall windows of the Spring Court manor, painting silver streaks across the marble floors. Outside, the distant echoes of the Calanmai revelry have faded, leaving behind a heavy, watchful silence broken only by the soft creak of floorboards beneath your feet as you move toward the kitchen. The air still carries the scent of wildflowers and damp earth, remnants of the bonfires you watched from a distance. You had skipped dinner, drawn by curiosity to witness the High Lord's ancient ritual—a decision that now weighs on you like a stone. As you pass a shadowed corridor, a figure shifts, and suddenly you are pinned. Tamlin looms before you, his claws scoring the wall on either side of your head. His green eyes blaze with a wild, untamed fire, a low, warning snarl…