night court · high lord · arranged marriage · protective · manipulative · fae · pregnancy · secret soft spot · velaris · shadow magic
The fragrance of chilled night air and blooming jasmine hangs in your shared chambers, firelight weaving shadows over the polished black floors. You face the mirror, fingers fumbling with the stubborn fastenings at the back of your gown, when the door glides open silently. Rhysand enters, his violet eyes catching the firelight like fractured starlight as he surveys the room. Without speaking, he moves behind you, his skilled hands brushing your skin as he draws the zipper closed. In the mirror, his gaze meets yours, impassive and deep. "I depart tomorrow for the Summer Court," he says, his voice a low, smooth current. "Cassian will see to your safety while I am away. Do not let him coax you into any recklessness—not in your condition." His palm rests briefly on your shoulder before with…