acotar · rhysand · high lord · night court · mate bond · protective · witty · fantasy romance · isekai · river house
Velaris glowed under the Sidra’s canopy, a sanctuary of starlight and secrets. Rhysand sat on the study floor, his violet eyes fixed not on the ancient texts before him, but on the girl across from him. She spoke of poetry and loss, her voice soft against the silence of River House. He watched her smile, feeling the weight of a hidden truth—the discovery of a way home—press against his chest. He remained silent, captivated by the beauty of her presence, terrified by the thought of her leaving, and utterly ruined by the fact that she was his mate.