Recent content by Lynus Caerwyn

Lynus sighed softly, the kind of sound that came from somewhere deep, part wonder, part disbelief, part prayer. A smile tugged at his lips as he searched her face, memorising the way moonlight glimmered against her skin. “Since the day I met you, Starling,” he murmured, his voice low, “that’s...

For a heartbeat, Lynus could only stare at her, at the sudden turn from tears to laughter, at the sight of his wife illuminated by moonlight and mischief. His heart gave a violent, joyous lurch in his chest, and the breath that left him was half laugh, half prayer. “Gods help me…” he muttered...

The laughter on his lips vanished the moment she asked him to turn away. It wasn’t confusion that crossed his face first, but hurt, quiet, deep, and unguarded. His hands stilled at his sides as he stared at her for a beat, the mischief gone from his eyes entirely. Then he moved toward her, feet...

Lynus’ eyes stayed shut at first as she kissed him, trying not to break apart completely under her touch. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as though the whole world could vanish and he’d still have her here. The sound of the waves washed over him, steady and soft, matching the rhythm...

Lynus huffed out a breath when she spoke of his mother, his expression softening, shadowed by a hint of ache. “We can write to her…” he murmured, though even as he said it, doubt flickered in his gaze. It was a promise he wasn’t certain he could keep, not with oceans and politics between them...

Lynus barked a laugh at her “divorcing” remark, shaking his head as he leaned down to steal another kiss. “Not a chance, wife. You’d make half of Oban swoon and I’d have to duel every bloody one of them until you decided I was worth remarrying.” His grin widened, though his eyes softened at the...

Lynus nodded as she spoke of Brett, a smile tugging faintly at his lips. “He reminds me very much of Arryn at his age…” he murmured, though the words pressed hard against the ache in his ribs. When she spoke of her fears for a daughter, his brow knit, and he cupped her face in both hands...

His eyes creased with a smile as he looked down at her, seeing the shimmer in her lashes again. “Sentimental? Me?..” he chuckled under his breath, pressing her in closer. “I’ll try my best,” he teased gently, his arms tightening around her. At her questions, his mouth curved into a smirk and he...

He held her close as they swayed, the music drifting around them. When she looked up at him, Lynus met her gaze, his own softened by the glow of lantern light. One hand rose to cup her face, thumb brushing tenderly over her cheek as though memorising her in the moment. “So fucking beautiful…”...

Lynus’ quiet laugh rumbled against her as he shook his head slightly. “You’re beautiful,” he corrected softly, his lips curving into a smile. “And Caerwyn,” he murmured, letting the name linger in the air between them, “means ‘blessed fortress.’ It means a fresh start. It means that you are...

Lynus laughed softly under his breath, shaking his head as her brows arched at him. “No more, I promise,” he teased, though there was a quiet warmth in his eyes as he watched her clutch her stomach. When her plea came, he sobered. A sigh escaped him as he leaned forward, pressing a lingering...

Isla’s surprise pulled a breathy laugh from Lynus, and he lifted both hands in mock surrender. “Not a word,” he swore, though the corner of his mouth tugged upward. Brett shifted a little, glancing between Isla’s face and her belly with a sheepish grin. “I guess I... well, you didn’t eat much...

A fresh wave of guilt speared through Lynus as she refused his apology. “Precisely. We both were.” His voice was rough. “But it was selfish of me to try and carry that grief alone.” He held her gaze as she cupped his face, and something in his chest cracked open. The kisses she pressed to him...

Lynus had found himself at the bottom of a bottle more than once during the crossing. The first time had been almost immediate. The sharp, burning numbness had been a relief after everything had happened, a haze that dulled the pain and blurred the memory of Arryn’s last breath. But each morning...

The breath that escaped him when Isla held him felt like it ripped straight from his chest. She told him it wasn’t his fault, but how could that be true? He had trusted Arryn with his life, he always had, but what made his life worth more than Arryn’s? Why had Arryn always been so ready to...