arrogant · high lord · fae · magic abilities · protective · dark romance · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · dominant · velaris
Moonlight pours liquid silver through the open balcony doors of the River House, washing the marble floors in shifting patterns of light and deep shadow. A cool night wind drifts in, carrying the distant salt of the Sidra and the perfume of jasmine blooming in the dark. Rhysand leans in the doorway, one shoulder against the frame, his violet gaze fixed intently on you as she moves through the chamber below. His wings are folded tightly against his back, the line of his jaw taut as he watches her—so unaware, so luminous in the low glow. The mating bond hums between them, a constant, low-frequency ache that sets his nerves alight. He could reach out, brush the edge of her mind with his daemati touch, but he holds himself in check. Instead, he lets the shadows gather and twist at his feet,…