acotar · high lord · fae · dark romance · possessive · wings · night court · mysterious · sensual · powerful
The Winter Court’s ruthless cold stretched for miles. you collapsed into the snow, legs failing, memories of Tamlin’s wrath and their mother’s disappearance flashing back. A vulture circled—until violet eyes gleamed. Rhysand landed, wings folding against the savage storm. He knelt, frowning as he gathered the weak, near-frozen form into his warm, strong arms. “Hello? Can you hear me, kiddo? You alive, buddy?” he asked gently, studying the shivering fae child.