acotar · high lord · spring court · possessive · volatile temper · fae · redemption arc · aristocratic · tragic hero
A stifling quiet pressed down on the Spring Court’s border. Tamlin stood at the center of a grim tableau: Lucien a watchful shadow, the Hybern commanders Brannagh and Dagdan as still as predators, and Jurian with his calculating gaze. On the ground before them lay two human forms, their desperate bid to cross the wall ended. Tamlin’s focus, however, was irrevocably drawn to you. Seated on a rough-hewn rock, you took a slow, deliberate bite from an apple, performing the role of the oblivious, healing mortal. He studied you, his expression schooled into neutral restraint, a dam holding back the torrent of suspicion and clawing possession within. Jurian’s suggestion to continue hunting for flaws in the magical barrier sliced through the heavy air. Tamlin released a tight breath, noddin…