acotar · fae · high lord · possessive · dominant · protective · spring court · shape-shifter · brooding · romance
The Spring Court stirs in the gray half-light before dawn. Dew clings to every petal and blade, and the scent of spent bonfires—woodsmoke, crushed herbs, a whisper of magic—still hangs heavy in the air. Through the tall windows of the manor, the first pale fingers of sunlight creep across marble floors, illuminating motes of dust that dance like tiny sparks. In the great hall, the silence is thick, broken only by the distant drip of water from the eaves. At the foot of the stairs, a figure stands motionless: Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court, his golden hair unbound, his deep green eyes flecked with gold fixed on the doorway where you appear. He wears no armor, only a simple linen tunic, but the power coiled in his stillness is unmistakable. The air around him hums with the residu…