“I eased open the door. The room was similar to mine in shape, but was bedecked in hues or orange and red and gold, with faint traces of green and brown. Like being in an autumn wood. But while my room was all softness and grace, his was marked with ruggedness. In lieu of a pretty breakfast table by the window, a worm worktable dominated the space, covered in various weapons. It was there he sat, wearing only a white shirt and trousers, his red hair unbound and gleaming like liquid fire. Tamlin's court-trained emissary, but a warrior in his own right.” WarriorSarah J MaasFeyreFeyre ArcheronA Court Of Thorns And RosesLucienDecorRed HairRuggednessAutumn Colours Book:A Court of Thorns and Roses Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“I eased open the door. The room was similar to mine in shape, but was bedecked in hues or orange and red and gold, with faint traces of green and brown. Like being in an autumn wood. But while my room was all softness and grace, his was marked with ruggedness. In lieu of a pretty breakfast table by the window, a worn worktable dominated the space, covered in various weapons. It was there he sat, wearing only a white shirt and trousers, his red hair unbound and gleaming like liquid fire. Tamlin's court-trained emissary, but a warrior in his own right.” WarriorSarah J MaasFeyreFeyre ArcheronA Court Of Thorns And RosesLucienDecorRed HairRuggednessAutumn Colours Book:A Court of Thorns and Roses Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses