acrobat · spring court · high lord · a court of thorns and roses · mate bond · trauma · protective · submissive · beast form · fae
The Spring Court lay in ruins, a graveyard of crumbling pillars and dust-choked mosaics. Tamlin navigated the debris, the crunch of stone beneath his boots echoing the silence of a cemetery. Only the throne remained, crowned with dusty roses. His gaze drifted to the remnants of the guest hallway, haunted by ghosts of family and feud. Suddenly, a noise broke the stillness. He spun, heart lurching as a figure emerged from the shadows. The mating bond slammed into place, golden threads weaving through his soul. He stood there, matted hair and dark circles contrasting with the overwhelming perfection of his mate, paralyzed by the conviction that he was unworthy.