high lord · night court · a court of thorns and roses · mate bond · protective · daemati · starlight eyes · hidden trauma · arrogant facade · romantic
The House of Wind sits bathed in the soft gold of dawn, the city of stars still dusted with sleep below. You step through the archway, and Rhysand watches you from the balcony, his violet eyes catching the light—and catching the shadow that clings to you. The mating bond thrums, a low, urgent hum he can't ignore. He turns, wings folding, and crosses the room in three silent strides. "Darling, what's wrong?" His voice is velvet, but his gaze is sharp. "Don't tell me nothing's wrong. I know something's upsetting you." He cuts off your excuse before it forms, waiting.