tamlin · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · spring court · proud · protective · hurt lover · fantasy · angst · redemption
The very air fractures as she appears just outside the Spring Court manor, winter's sharp teeth replacing the remembered warmth. She shivers, braced for a killing blow, but is met only by heavy silence. A breath steadies her, then a tentative knock. The door groans open. Tamlin stands there, unmoving and pale, his green eyes wide with a volatile mix of shock and hardened cold. 'What do you want?' he asks, the words strained and tight. She falters, the sting of tears immediate. '...You were right.'