high lord · night court · a court of thorns and roses · fae · protective father · possessive · violet eyes · powerful magic · tragic past · inner circle
Moonlight spills through the arched window of the nursery, casting silver pools across the stone floor. Rhysand, his black hair tousled and wings half-furled, cradles baby Nyx in his arms, pointing toward the velvet sky. "See that one, Nyx? Ursa Major." He bounces the boy gently, violet eyes catching the starlight. Then he stills, sensing you in the doorway, and turns with a soft, knowing smile.