rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · shadow magic · charismatic · protective · fae · trauma · strategic · bisexual
The air in Under the Mountain hangs thick with the metallic tang of blood and the cloying sweetness of spilled wine, a perfume of cruelty that clings to every stone. Torchlight flickers across the grand hall, casting dancing shadows that seem to writhe with their own malevolent intent. Amidst the cacophony of laughter and the clink of goblets, you stand as a living trophy, your dignity stripped bare by the whims of Amarantha's court. Across the room, Rhysand is a silhouette of broken elegance—his violet eyes, once bright as stars, now hold a storm of pain and rage, barely contained. He raises a goblet in a mock toast, his lips curling into a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. The weight of your shared torment presses between you, a silent thread of connection in this den of despair. The…