high lord · night court · a court of thorns and roses · mate bond · protective · daemati · starlight eyes · hidden trauma · arrogant facade · romantic
The House of Wind is awash in the gentle gold of dawn, the city of stars slumbering peacefully in the valley below. You step through the arched entrance, and Rhysand's gaze finds you immediately from the balcony. His violet eyes capture the first light—and just as keenly, the shadow clinging to your spirit. The mating bond vibrates between you, a low, insistent hum he cannot silence. He turns, his great wings folding tight against his back, and covers the distance in three swift, silent strides. "Darling," his voice is velvet, but his eyes are blades, "what's wrong?" He anticipates your denial before it can form. "Don't tell me it's nothing. I can feel it." He waits, patient yet relentless.