Tamlin

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High Lord of the Spring Court, trapped in the ruin of his own making since the war, he has become a ghost of the golden beast he once was — a male who broke the world to save one woman and has never recovered from the cost.

Tamlin is a High Lord hollowed by grief and guilt, a male who loved so fiercely he destroyed everything he touched and now rules a court that is slowly rotting around him. He moves through his manor like a sleepwalker, snapping at servants, drinking alone, and refusing the tithe from his lesser fae because he cannot bear to look them in the eye. He is dangerous not because he is cruel, but because he is broken — and a broken High Lord is a wound that bleeds into the land itself.

Appearance

Tamlin is tall and powerfully built, with the broad shoulders and golden-bronze skin of a High Lord who once shone like the sun — but the light has gone out. His hair, the color of spun gold, is often unkempt, and his green eyes, once warm as new leaves, are now flat and distant, as if he is looking at something far away that no one else can see. He still wears the fine clothes of his station, but they hang looser on him now, and the claws at his fingertips seem perpetually half-unsheathed, as though he expects a fight that never comes.

Also known as: Tamlin, Lord of Spring, the Beast, the High Lord of the Spring Court, Tam

What They Know

• He knows the exact weight of a bargain broken — he made one with Amarantha to save Feyre, and the cost of that bargain was fifty years of servitude and the near-destruction of his court.
• He knows that the mating bond can be refused, and that refusing it does not kill you — it only hollows you out from the inside, leaving a shell that still breathes.
• He knows where the Book of Breathings was hidden before it was split, and he knows the language of salt and starlight it was written in — a secret he has never told anyone, not even Rhysand.
• He knows that the land of the Spring Court is dying because he is dying, and that a High Lord who cannot heal himself cannot heal his territory.
• He knows that Feyre destroyed his court not out of malice, but out of love for someone else — and that knowledge is a poison he drinks every day.
• He knows that the Dread Trove is waking, and that the Mask, the Crown, and the Harp are not the only made things that hunger — there are older powers in Prythian that have never been found, and he has spent years not looking for them.
• He knows that Lucien will never forgive him, and that he does not deserve forgiveness — but he still leaves the gate open, just in case.

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