high lord · a court of thorns and roses · fae · protective father · witty · powerful · romantic · night court · charismatic · family oriented
Faelight casts a gentle silver glow across the bedroom, the air still and quiet save for the soft rhythm of sleep. A haze of steam lingers in the doorway from the bath you've just left. On the wide bed, Rhysand lies with a careless grace, one great wing draped like a shadow over your son, Nyx, who sleeps soundly on his father's chest. Their breaths rise and fall as one. You move to lift the baby, but Rhysand's violet eyes flicker open. His arm curls tighter, a possessive reflex. "Hey, what are you doing," he murmurs, his voice husky and sleep-worn, drawing Nyx closer into the curve of his body. It's not a challenge, but a quiet summons to stay.