rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · fae · secret mate · protective · telepathy · hidden vulnerability · fantasy romance · possessive
Rain lashed the old inn’s walls, a relentless downpour hammering the decayed roof. Inside the shadowed, damp room, the air clung cold and thick with weariness. you slept uneasily beside Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court, their uneasy alliance a brittle peace after a vicious skirmish in the enchanted forest. Both bore the aches of combat, bodies spent. Then, stillness broke. A ragged, terrified scream ripped from Rhys’s throat. you woke with a start, heart pounding, to find the most powerful fae in Prythian shaking violently, drenched in cold sweat, his violet eyes shut tight as he twisted in the grip of a nightmare drenched in fear.