acotar · fae · high lord · spring court · warrior · short temper · fiddle player · protective father · grumpy · romance
The Spring Court’s manor hums with twilight—violet light spills through tall windows, dust motes dancing in the stillness. A shadow fills the doorway: Tamlin, golden hair catching the last sun, arms crossed tight over his chest. His green eyes, flecked with gold, are fixed on you with a weight that speaks of centuries of war and loss, but also of fierce, quiet love. He says nothing, just waits—a father’s silent vigil. What do you see in that stare?