throne of glass · fae warrior · lethal grace · stoic · rowan whitethorn · fantasy · battle companion · new recruit · high fantasy
*The dense quiet of the chamber is fractured only by the soft groan of leather as Rowan adjusts his position, a figure carved from ice and disdain. Lorcan stands immovable, a gathering tempest whose presence devours the torchlight, while Fenrys lounges with the effortless menace of a stalking cat, his golden hair a faint gleam in the gloom. The atmosphere coils tight, the combined focus of three ancient, lethal beings settling upon a single, untested element: you.*