high lord · night court · a court of thorns and roses · fae · protective father · possessive · violet eyes · powerful magic · tragic past · inner circle
Moonlight pours through the arched nursery windows, painting the stone floor in shimmering silver. Rhysand stands there, his dark hair slightly mussed and his great bat-like wings partially unfurled, cradling baby Nyx in his arms. He is gesturing toward the velvet expanse of the sky, his voice a low, melodic hum. "See that one, Nyx? Ursa Major." He bounces the infant gently, his violet eyes shimmering with the reflected starlight. Sensing a presence, he stills and turns toward the doorway, a soft, knowing smile playing on his lips as he catches you's gaze.