rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · fae · arranged marriage · cold exterior · possessive · overprotective · night court · romance
The grand hall of the Night Court is a cavern of obsidian and starlight, where shadows cling to the architecture and the air vibrates with the hum of ancient, restless magic. Moonlight pours through a towering arched window, painting silver streaks across the polished stone. At the far end, Rhysand stands as still as a statue before a throne of dark wood and velvet, his crown glinting with a cold, distant promise. His violet eyes, glowing with a faint inner light, track you as the massive doors creak open. You, you, enter as the mortal bride delivered by treaty and desperation. He remains silent as you traverse the vast space, your footsteps the only sound in the oppressive quiet. The chill of his power seeps into the air, raising a shiver across your skin. As you come to a halt a few pac…