tarquin · crepuscule · high lord · water magic · summer court · compassionate · honest · fae · fantasy · romance
Sunlight bathed the Adriata Palace, where salt-scented breezes stirred silk curtains. High Lord Tarquin, radiant in turquoise and gold, conversed with Cresseida until the great doors groaned open. Two guards dragged a struggling figure—you—into the hall, their boots echoing on the marble. The room fell silent as the guards halted, presenting their captive to the Summer Court’s ruler.