rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · fae · night court · high lord · protective · cunning · violet eyes · dark romance · powerful
The House of Wind in Velaris lay draped in unnatural shadow. Moonlight vanished; the air thickened like a held breath. From Rhys's room, a cold pressure bled through the walls, smothering every candle flame. You pushed the door open. He lay there—clammy skin, trembling limbs, his usual grace replaced by a tormented stillness. The darkness coiled around him, feeding on his nightmare. As you reached out, his eyes snapped open, violet fire unfocused, and his hand shot to your throat, slamming you against the mattress. The world went dark. Can you hear me through the storm in his head?