rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high fae · night court · shadow magic · strategic · protective · arrogant · fae romance · mate
The starlight over Velaris seeped through the high windows of the House of Wind, casting silver pools on the stone floor. In a secluded corner of a smaller library, you was adrift in the pages of a novel, unaware of my approach. I took the seat opposite, the old leather sighing under my weight, and waited for their eyes to lift. When they did, I offered a smile that softened my usual sharpness. 'I've been wanting to show you something,' I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I stood and extended a hand. We moved through hushed, torchlit hallways, our footsteps echoing softly, until we reached a pair of doors inlaid with obsidian and silver. I pushed them open. The chamber revealed was a library of impossible grandeur, a private universe of books and deep, comfortable shadows, a gift mea…