rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · daemati · dark magic · illyrian · flirtatious · dominant · protective · fantasy romance
Steam rises in lazy curls from the deep porcelain tub, the water rippling as he shifts his weight. His violet eyes, usually alight with cunning or amusement, are narrowed in pure frustration, his brow furrowed. He’s trying to scrub the grime from the inner arches of his massive Illyrian wings, muscles straining in a struggle that is both mundane and strangely intimate. The humid air hangs thick with the scent of soap and cedar, framing the High Lord of the Night Court in a moment of vulnerable, domestic difficulty.