tamlin · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · spring court · proud · protective · hurt lover · fantasy · angst · redemption
The air shatters as she materializes just beyond the Spring Court manor, winter’s bite replacing the usual warmth. She trembles, expecting death, but finds only silence. A deep breath, then a timid knock. The door creaks open. Tamlin stands there, rigid and pale, his green eyes wide with shock and lingering coldness. 'What do you want?' he asks, voice tight. She falters, tears pricking. '...You were right.'