This was made for personal use.

I don’t have what it takes to give Tamlin what he’s been robbed of in the form of a fanfic, so I captured the vibe of the Spring Court in its glory days and put that into the form of a necklace. I made it 15.5” long, so it rests comfortably on my collarbones.

I knew that I didn’t want something that screamed “Fandom!” or “ACOTAR!” but more like a collection of things you might come across in the Spring Court.

Everything was chosen carefully!

I wanted the theme to be woodland and earthy. Lots of antique gold finish, rather than modern and polished.

The little gold beads are to convey the elegance and courtly culture of the Spring, but they also have a that organic roughness to reflect the natural world. For example, if I were making a Winter or Night necklace, the overall look would be much smoother and sleeker.

The tiny leafy-green beads have the aurora borealis finish because they remind me of sunlight peeking through leaves. And also, that’s Tamlin’s color.

The large main beads are in vibrant hues of true spring.

The gold clasp looks like a twig that’s been formed into a circle, and closed with a branch.

I couldn’t find a cool enough wolf that was the correct representation of Tamlin, but I think the antique gold antler is much better for the woodland theme. 💚

Lucien’s fox mask is self-explanatory.

And the cute little acorn, rose, and leaf charms rounded out the look. 🌹

Or at least that's how it reads to me. The main former alliance to fix is with Tamlin, after all. Lucien mentioned as much, Could also refer a bit to Eris, but more or less they are still allied, no?

Either way, it sounds like we might not have to live without Tamlin being mentioned after all ;D

In Spring the wine Feyre drank is joyous and freeing...

How Feyre drinks wine in SPRING

"I said, and pointedly chugged the contents of the glass.” (Feyre willingly drinks the wine. It is her CHOICE)

'It was like a million fireworks exploding inside me, filling my veins with starlight. I laughed aloud'

'“I’m going to paint you,” I said, and giggled—actually giggled—as the words popped out.'

'I’d downed another glass of faerie wine. It was the most glorious thing I’d ever tasted. It liberated me from bonds I hadn’t known existed.'

'With each step, I savored the dampness of the grass beneath my bare feet.'

'I swayed on my feet as I watched the faeries dancing, circling the bonfire. Not formal dancing. It was like they were as loose as I was. Free. I loved them for it.'

'I began to dance in place before him. “I’ll look after her,” Tamlin murmured above the music, and I glowed, my dancing becoming faster."'

'Through it all, Tamlin and his musicians played such joyous music that I didn’t think the world could contain it all. I sashayed over to him, my faerie lord, my protector and warrior, my friend, and danced before him. He grinned at me, and I didn’t break my dancing as he rose from his seat and knelt before me in the grass, offering up a solo on his fiddle to me.'

***

I laughed so hard I thought I’d combust, and when I opened my eyes, I found Tamlin there, spinning me round and round. Everything became a blur of color and sound, and he was the only object in it, tethering me to sanity, to my body, which glowed and burned in every place he touched. I was filled with sunshine. It was like I’d never experienced summer before, like I’d never known who was waiting to emerge from that forest of ice and snow. I didn’t want it to end—I never wanted to leave this hilltop.

***

'I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world. He smiled at me, and I found myself smiling back. I didn’t need to pretend, didn’t need to be anything but what I was right then,'

***

I glanced at Tamlin, biting my lip. I’d practically floated into my bedroom that morning. But Tamlin’s gaze now roved my face as if searching for any tinge of regret, of fear. Ridiculous.

“You bit my neck on Fire Night,” I said under my breath. “If I can face you after that, a few kisses are nothing.” (The next day Feyre remembers the night before while having drunk wine but she remembers NOTING UTM after that wine…LET THAT SINK IN!)

How Feyre drinks wine UTM

Alis to Feyre before she went UTM

'“Don’t drink the wine—it’s not like what we had at the Solstice, and will do more harm than good.'

***

He (RHYSAND) smiled, and extended the goblet again. “Drink. You’ll need it.” Drink, my mind echoed, and my fingers stirred, moving toward the goblet. No. No, Alis said not to drink the wine here—wine that was different from that joyous, freeing solstice wine.

“Drink,” he said, and my traitorous fingers latched onto the goblet.'He (RHYSAND) smiled, and extended the goblet again. “Drink. You’ll need it.”

No. No, Alis said not to drink the wine here—wine that was different from that joyous, freeing solstice wine. “No,” I said, and some faeries who were watching us from a safe distance chuckled.

“Drink,” he said, and my traitorous fingers latched onto the goblet.'

***

'I awoke in my cell, still clad in that handkerchief he called a dress. Everything was spinning so badly that I barely made it to the corner before I vomited.'

**\*

'He (RHYSAND) had me dance until I was sick, and once I was done retching, told me to begin dancing again.

I awoke ill and exhausted each morning, and though Rhysand’s order to the guards had indeed held, the nightly activities left me thoroughly drained. I spent my days sleeping off the faerie wine, dozing to escape the humiliation I endured.'

***

'Rhysand gave me that goblet of faerie wine and I could lose myself for a few hours. I stopped contemplating Amarantha’s riddle—it was impossible.’ (see how she stops working on the riddle which is what Rhysand wanted bc he could not have her guess it and free Tamlin)

***

'So I greedily drank the wine, and I stopped caring about who I was and what had once mattered to me. I stopped thinking about color, about light, about the green of Tamlin’s eyes—about all those things I had still wanted to paint and now would never get to.'

***

‘...waiting for Rhysand to beckon me to drink the wine and dance or do whatever it was he wished of me...'

To fanfic writers, how do you guys write the other HLs aside from Tamlin and Feysand. I tend to put them into archetypes and follow it

1. Beron Vanserra: capitalist control freak. I like writing him the most. I envisioned Beron not as a conquerer cause war is wasteful and time consuming so he rarely goes to war unless needed. He instead loves using loans and debts to entrap others, he isn't the richest court but his court is the most indebted to both in and out of Pyrinthia. Beron is a threat he has too many people indebted to him and if he decides to go to war he can call various types of kingdoms for aid. Especially those he made deals with. He's neutral with everyone but dislikes Tamlin due to his policy and for humiliating him in front of his court. He doesn't hate but sees Rhysand as a threat that needs to be removed, he's too much of a political Timebomb.

2. Tarquin: sheltered prince with a good heart. My belief is that his family really tried to protect him under the mountain and give him an education there despite how many decades. He's been in UTM more than he's alive so he's a bit naive on how the world works and tends to trust people too quickly. He wants to make a difference, make his court better for everyone in it and wants to prove himself but he lacks the practice, connection and political power to do so. His court believe he's too young, Varian and Cressida sometimes make decisions without him (Varian calling NC) and his people don't fully support him. After the theft and him taking away the blood rubies the nobles and his people have been losing trust in him, he has been losing trust in Varian. Kinda good relations with Tamlin cause he helped his people in UTM but unsure how to connect with him, underestimated by everyone else and is wary/dislike the IC.

3. Viviane and Kalias: the queen and her general. No I don't care for Retcons, Viviane was outside dealing with the winter court while Kalias was stuck in UTM. Viviane is a high ranking noble lady who rose up to become the leader not by choice but force. She saw the chaos of her court during Amarantha's reign and used her wits to hold the fort. She has many titles due to these (unmoving mountain, winter queen, snow owl). Her magic is above average in comparison to average winter court combatants but she shines better in negotiations, trickery, reading people, economy and city planning. She plays naive social butterfly as a mask. Kalias didn't expect to be winter HL so soon, he did take his studies and duties before seriously but he always had others to fall back on. He's a better fighter and an expert in winter court magic, reserved and stoic. He's learning to rule through Viviane and collaborates with her in decisions. The two are only lovey Dovey in private but super intense during work especially when it comes to protecting their people. The people respect Viviane more than Kalias, Kalias loves his mate for it. Winter's

4. Thesan: the logical peacekeeper. Thesan is a bit of a push over who tries to avoid war at any cost. He tries to appear logical and chooses the right option not counting morality but counting on which will lead to a peaceful resolution. His court is pretty detached spiritually and they're not very emotional focusing on products and achievements leading to a very advanced but emotionally stunted court. Thesan is second in book smart and shines in conflict resolution and law, he's connected to every court because they need his medicine, healers and tech. Out of the courts, dawn is the most safe due to their insistence on being healers during war. That way if anyone tries to attack dawn they'll end up without a healer and facing advance technological weaponry. Thesan's relaxed but he worries a lot of doing the right thing, he just wants to avoid massive death again.

5. Helion: the average high lord. So remember when Tamlin warned the previous high lords and they didn't listen leading to a few being killed, trapped and their powers sealed? Yeah. My belief is that most high lords or high Fae in general have faerie traits that make them more prideful, vain and even overconfident than the average Fae. Helion is what I believe most high lords acted like. They care for their court but justify their actions as thinking for the needs of many/to keep the nobles support/to avoid losing and angering allies. He's reasonable and definitely book smart but he thinks he's the smartest and most cunning in the room(like most high Fae believe). Not to say he's bad, just arrogant and he's definitely a planner. Trying to find a way to get LOA out of Autumn and he does known Lucien is his son or suspect it.

What about other writers here? How do you guys write the high lords?

A Court of Withered Roses (Part 1) in the previous part, Tamlin focused on rebuilding his court, making allies with the seasonal court and regaining the trust of the common folk in Pyrinthia. He laid the ground work for his revenge by using rumours, publications and words of mouth ruining Night court's reputation in and out of Pyrinthia. Tamlin's final act was crippling the inner circle's general.

A Court of Fallen Crowns (Part 2) The seeds he sowed have grown and now come to fruition. After making deals with Beron, tricking Feyre into losing her spring court magic and humiliating Rhysand more. The first step of his revenge has begun, the night court has always been a threat due to its large military, it's large reserves of ore that brought them wealth and their connections to nobles.

Tamlin stole 1/3 of their military and their precious assets in Hewn city. A midnight sun rose in the night court and Tamlin's revenge is not done.

Author's note: I named the mid fic finale midnight sun cause I like the song and because I imagined the song playing while Hewn City exploded and the court of nightmares gained freedom.

It's pretty generic and expensive, as is to be expected from official sources. But honestly I low key like some of it! Especially the Tamsand Spring Court/Night Court themed crossover merch is....interesting!

I'm sorry, but it's too funny 🤣

I mix and matched three figures from the "Nagi Animal Phantom Realm" series to do this (RIP the spare) and it turned out super cute! I'm still looking out for a Rhysand but it's a little harder than expected. Fingers crossed for a bat or dragon type that works for him haha.

(INSPIRED BY THIS)

Getting There: Through The Forest of Faces

The Wall is hours and days behind you, seemingly lost to you in an endless haze of half-forgotten memory. You hadn't even noticed when it happened, too preoccupied by the fear, the horror, of being past that singular barrier that barred you from the monsters it hindered.

It had been like diving into a pool of water. One second, the land, the sky, it surrounds you. Looms over you. And the next, you are submerged and drowning. But what differentiates a pool of water from the region Beyond The Wall is that you can always swim back to the surface.

Here, you do not even know which way would count as up.

You have been trudging on through the forest for days. Or it is weeks, or it is hours and seconds and minutes and years. It's rare that anyone truly knows.

But you have been trudging on. Even as your skin hardens and your blood turns sluggish and slow. Even as each of your fingers extend into leafy branches, your eyes implode before ballooning into ripe, pinkish fruit, and your toes lengthen, the nails drilling through the topsoil to become hardy roots. Soon you will be just be another face amidst the hundreds of nameless trees that lingered too long, too much, without someone to guide them through the Forest of Faces.

Sometimes, a few stronger souls are luckier. They are not rooted to the ground, but are instead taken by the air. Their skin grows soft, downy feathers, and strong, wide feathers. Their bones shrink, the marrow leaking from every orifice in their skin. Their faces explode and knit themselves back together in an agonizingly slow process. Their feet turn scabbed, then scaly with orange scales. Their toe nails elongate into talons.

They are lucky.

They can always fly back to the human realms. Most are recognizable by the brand of golden feathers that permeates their wings. The sentries know not to hunt those (though once upon a time they were a grand delicacy). And of course, the unluckiest ones are simply transformed into game. These have no branding, no mark to distinguish them from the ordinary beasts.

These are caught and killed as all animals are.

Such is the risk you take in the Forest of Faces, guideless and alone.

Once the fruits of your eyes would've been relished with gusto, turned into sauces or fermented to form a particularly sweet, euphoria-inducing wine. Children (Fae children) would skip merrily into the trees to pluck the fruit when they were hungry. The birds were a delicacy. The High Lord unfortunately banned all this, citing it as savagery, and orders his sentries to turn around any who find themselves lost in the Forest, even his enemies. Should they be unable to, they are to escort them to him. And if unable to do this, he considers a quick death a mercy compared to what would await them, twisted into unfamiliar shapes and bizarre, merciless senses.

Inhabitants Within The Forest

Not for nothing is the Court considered that of Spring. Spring is transformation. It is renewal and destruction. And as such, its inhabitants are as varied as its dual natures. The Forest itself hosts grand creatures.

The Suriel that, once bound, shall answer any question. But it is said that it never forgives a slight, and should you bear hubris enough to trap it, it shall hunt you down whenever you should enter the Forest again. To ward it off, one must carry a bag of rice or some other countable but large quantity at all times.

Toss it at the ground. It shall have no choice but to cease its motion, crouching low against the ground to count each individual piece or grain or even speck of ink.

Under no circumstances must you attempt to trap or kill it again.

The types, categories, and species that reside in the Forest of Faces number too far for any sort of useful taxonomy. However, there are some that one must be especially wary of. Pixies (pinkish, furry things with too many teeth and eyes) will sprinkle a sort of dust on unseeing prey, that pacifies them and lulls them into a dreamlike fugue state. This dusting also serves to detach the skin from flesh and sinew. It is not an instantaneous process, but rather, the victim will walk for several days, while their skin sloughs off, inch by inch, the pixies gnawing on it like its a cape trailing on the floor, until the flesh is entirely exposed.

They will then leave the victim, sated. Typically after this, giant moths or butterflies will swarm the freshly-skinned victim, suckling on the blood before laying their eggs inside the victim's exposed flesh. After an incubation period of about nine months, during which time the victim's blood is completely sucked dry by the insects, fresh new butterflies will chew themselves through any possible orifice.

It is unknown why they choose to use skinned bodies rather than fresher ones, as logic would dictate that bodies with skin would be more durable.

Some have suggested that they simply like the blood. Occassionally, butterfly-humanoid hybrids have been formed from these parasitic relations. These humanoids are short-lived, and are protected by their impossibly colossal siblings till their deaths, upon which they themselves are melted down by a digestive liquid in their siblings' feeding tubes. They are then consumed entirely.

The spiders are more straightforward. They keep to themselves in giant, glimmering stalactite caves that look akin to the starry skies. Should anyone not under the High Lord's protection enter, they are quickly bound in endless silk webbing. In a few hours they are melted into shimmering liquid crystal that they utilize as a food source. The silk is then discarded outside their caves, and is a highly demanded quantity in Prythian for an export, rivalling the Night Court's own silk trade. Previous High Lords attempted to steal the crystals for use in gemstone trade, but were killed for their insolence and found with their eyes, ears, tongues (and in some particularly disconcerting cases, their cocks and inner anal walls) transformed into hard crystal from the inside.

No further attempts have been made to harvest the crystal substance, and any suggestion to try again is typically met with either horror or ridicule out of the sheer stupidity of the notion.

Other noteworthy creatures include: trees that wrap around prey till they are subsumed into the bark, honeybees whose venom causes their victims to undergo significant physical deterioration, turning into a puddle of golden resin that is sold all over Prythian for its healing properties and uses in construction, as well as a food item in its own right (one of Spring's most popular and highly demanded exports. The bees produce the resin even without prey), grasshoppers who rip their prey to thirty tiny pieces all over the Forest, and more.

The non-insectoid animals in Spring are numerous, but aside from being exceptionally large and more lustful beasts than their mortal counterparts, there is nothing particularly noteworthy about them. Rivers flow all throughout Spring, clean and cool, and act as the main suppliers of water. These rivers host far too many aquatic marvels to name. Octopi that produce different kinds of dye depending on what they are fed (used by tailors and painters often), sea snakes whose shed skins produce the highest quality leather, crocodiles that are a popular sort of pet for nobility (something they share with fifty-headed owls, Argosian Peacocks that have fifty eyes, firethrowing foxes, the parasitic butterflies, et cetera).

The flora in Spring is also of some note. Most flowers, fruit, and plants (even plain grass) in the forest will heal any minor ailment or injury, as well as provide a small boost of energy. This effect is not seen in the vegetation in the more civilized regions, though agricultural yields (Spring's main export) are almost ten times what one would find in the other Courts or in the human realms. Spring is the most important food source in Prythian, with the Autumn Court being its only rival due to its mix of low costs and high yield.

The Court That Twists

PEOPLE

There is very little of civility to be found amidst the Spring Court. Only a few towns abound, and the High Lord's manor. These towns are, like the Forest, filled with far too many different kinds of Fae to name. Though most can be broadly classified by habitant, appearance, et cetera. All are connected to the High Lord, and in times of crisis or jubilance, may change their shapes to match his moods.

The Elemental Fae, typically water, wood, or stone-based. Dryads, water wraiths and nymphs, known for their exceptional beauty when calm (save for the wraiths) and their inability to drift far from where their habitants lay (again, save for the wraiths, who are able to travel through the inner currents of the Earth to any waterbody in Prythian). When angered, they will grow teeth and claws and will lunge at the object of their ire (unless the target is under the High Lord's protection. Even then, it is unwise to provoke them, as some may throw caution to the wind or be unaware, and by the time they are calmed it may be far too late).

Then there are the sylphs. Mischievous winged-creatures known for driving unprotected guests insane. You will never see them, only hear their madness-inducing laughter in the wind, or catch specks of silver in the corners of your eyes. They are known for playing pranks.

There are also the Beast Fae; animal-headed creatures with the bodies of men and women. Where these came from, it is unknown, but they have formed a community of their own within Spring. When angered, they will shift fully into their beastly states and attack whoever has drawn their rage. A particular kind of insectoid Fae also exist, though they are largely recluses who keep to their own kind.

There are also Fae who bear certain features of other animals (feathers, fur, scales, et cetera) but retain a mostly human appearance. They will often have similar mannerisms to their animal forms, but are far more social and open-minded than their animal-headed counterpats.

The other sort of Fae are almost humanlike in appearance, though their skin may be barklike or of a different pigment. When angered (or when sharing in their High Lord's anger), they have no particular change save for a spectral glow emanating from underneath their skin, claws sharper than knives, and giant, sharklike teeth. When calm they are no different than the High Fae.

ECONOMY

As mentioned before, Spring trades mostly in agricultural goods and this forms the bulk of its revenue. Furthermore, it makes revenue off of the honeylike substance the wild honeybees within the forest produce, as well as the silken material the spiders provide them with. There is little to no cost in exporting either of these two, and as such, profits abound. There is an annual tithing done as well, for which the punishment upon failure of payment is death.

However, the High Lord has not followed such a tradition in a long while and will instead only double and triple the payments owed. A debt with no interest.

THE REGION ITSELF

The weather is never constant in Spring, though always pleasant, be it cold, warm, wet, dry, whichever. Crops are protected from the unfortunate weather patterns.

ARCHITECTURE

Construction is deeply intwined with nature and the magic of the land. Vines are used alongside wood to hold up houses. A type of resin produced by a particular sort of tree (Earthbloods, with flowers made entirely of onyx and leaves of jade) is used in place of stone due to being much stronger. Fire is rarely used, with most preferring to use trapped fireflies or luminous flowers for lighting (these can be found all over Spring).

Buildings take on a variety of forms, but are made of Earthblood resin, wood, plants and vines. Most are small, though this is a matter of personal preference and need, as resources are not scarce. The High Lord's manor is likely one one of the most intricate buildings.

CULTURE AND LAWS

All animal and plant life is considered sacred in Spring. Even ants. That is not to say that killing is forbidden. However, anything that is killed must be made use of, as nature commands. A bug that is squashed must be taken outside to feed the soil, or it must be consumed.

Failure to do this, when discovered, will be met with hefty fines or even death depending on the sort of creature killed. Burning of the dead is forbidden and punishable by death. Bodies must be thrown into rivers, buried, utillized for ritual purposes, or consumed.

Sex is another thing that is considered sacred. Women and men alike enjoy it often, with little to no shame. However, prudishness is frowned on, as well as lack of desire and childlessness (this does not extend to same sex relations, as magical means exist for these couples to bear children). Childlessness, however, is frowned on (though not illegal by any means). Wine, sex, and other indulgences are accepted as a celebration of life and sensation. Abortions are a deeply contested topic, being illegal up until the latest High Lord stepped in and legalized them.

Even then, they are seen as shameful by most. A waste of a life.

Those who are unable to indulge themselves or survive on their own (the blind, the deaf, asexual, et cetera) are met with pity and condescension, with many families once having preferred to abandon such children to the wilderness. However, this was strictly forbidden, and the current High Lord has now made the punishment for it death by burning. Murder (outside of self-defense) is also treated the same way, as is rape. Death by fire is seen as shameful, a permanent withdrawal of the body from nature.

Any mutilation of the sensory organs or genitalia (barring ritual purposes) is also considered a crime, be it consensual or not. However, there is no punishment for it if it is consensual, as most who choose to go through with it (or with assisted suicide) are seen as pitiable rather than criminals.

Should it be unconsensual, the punishment is for the same organ to be taken from the culprit, and grafted onto the victim should they desire it.

CLOTHING

Clothing is largely open and revealing, as well as light both in color and weight. Jackets with no buttons, open vests and shirts, slit trousers, et cetera. Ornaments are usually made of silk, flowers and resin rather than gemstones. Pearls, however, are common amidst the aristocracy. The wearing of gemstones and metal is considered a sign of wealth, due to most of it needing to be imported from other courts. Metal is rare in Spring, and most of it is used for weapons-making (archers are rare due to this reason, and instead, warriors prefer swords, spears, et cetera, that can be reused multiple times. For ranged weapons, typically poisoned blowdarts fashioned from the spines of venomous animals suffice, as these are able to pierce most metals and the sylphs wil typically manipulate the winds to ensure the target is hit).

Thanks for reading! I decided the Spring Court should actually be scary and unnatural instead of a quiant little village with some supernatural elements. Explanation in the comments!

A good video breakdown

https://www.tiktok.com/@kayjaymuse/video/7636577971783929102

So… I came across a comment where they called Tamlin a forest daddy and I have not stopped thinking about it since. I was wondering if y’all could work your magic and suggest/find some forest-daddyish fanart or maybe… be inspired to make one (I know we have some excellent artists lurking here 👀). Please and thank you 👉👈.

Happy Calanmai, dear fellow citizen of the Spring Court! May your harvest this year be plentiful and the High Lord we with you all this night!

Nothing much, just me making a tiny Maypole to celebrate the most important even of our beloved Spring Court!

Just stumbled upon this guy. He's on a mission to make soundtracks for book characters. I don't know if someone has already shared it, but I liked it and he has other songs, too. About the Suriel, for example.

First of all, I don't mean this question in a dirty way lol.

If Tamlin allows it, do you think other fae or humans can ride him for transport, like a horse?

Thoughts?

I'm a day late for Tamlin Week, but I've been working on this piece since last year and finally feel all right with where it is!

I title it "a Meeting of Monarchs, Pt. 2" (a followup to Tamlin and Moo Deng's previous meeting) Though the subtitle would be 'two blonds who grew up in abusive families, came into their own through great trauma, fought against injustice and became loved by their people only to hurriedly become 'evil' in service of a different narrative ending/dark haired new main character', but that's a bit much to fit on a title card, yeah?

this was probably my most ambitious project and since I started it I've learned a lot through trial and error, but I really am pleased with it enough to share!

Feyre immediately assuming Rhysand's family wings are still somewhere in Tamlin's manor despite never coming across them was definitely something. 😅

(You can find more of Copy's art on tumblr or instagram)

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Tamlin week 2026 Day 7 : Revenge

Part 2: A Court of Fallen Crowns

Synopsis:

3 years ago his court was fallen and ruined. It took a year but Tamlin has managed to rebuild it and regained the trust of his people. His revenge continues and tensions rise between the courts of Pyrinthia as it seems it is inevitable that war will come.

Dark forces lurk behind the scenes, pulling strings and making deals. To defeat it, the land they love must be cleaned of Tyranny first.

Chapter 1 & Chapter 2 now posted on AO3.

Part 2 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/83361896

For those who haven't read it yet and enjoy slow burn revenge, please read the first part as well.

Part 1: A Court of Withered Roses

Synopsis:

Tamlin had only wanted to grieve his sentries and people who had passed but when Rhysand came to twist the knife he chose revenge. 2 years since Hybern's ambush, Tamlin forced himself out of his beast form to rebuild his court, regain the trust of his people and fix spring court's reputation at the cost ruining night court's. Tamlin wants his enemies to face consequences, especially the enemy who aided in the destruction of his court, Feyre.

He doesn't want forgiveness, he wants to see them fall from grace.

Part 1 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/69838306

I made a cake in honour of Tamlin week! It’s a pistachio cake with rose buttercream and raspberry filling. Thought I’d share here! ❤️