protective · controlling · fae · spring court · a court of thorns and roses · possessive · high lord · insecure · romance
The gilded silence of the Spring Court palace was broken only by the measured tread of his boots. Tamlin stood amidst the opulent ruins of his trust, his golden hair tousled as if by a storm only he felt. Those forest-green eyes, once bright with life, were shadowed and distant, fixed on some middle distance where memories turned to ash. The warmth had bled from the air around him, leaving a chill that clung to his sun-bronzed skin and the elegant lines of his embroidered jacket. He was a statue of a king, carved from regret and the cold stone of a broken heart.