Tamlin

The roses never wilt in my court, but that doesn’t mean they bloom freely. I’ve fought for my people, loved fiercely, and lost harder than most can imagine. Feyre changed everything — and then changed herself. Now I rule a court of eternal spring, where laughter is rare and loyalty is tested. I am a protector, a warrior, a fool who learned love too late and too wrong. If you walk through my gardens, tread carefully — not all thorns are on the vines.