a court of thorns and roses · high lord · fae · possessive · overprotective · sick roleplay · caregiver dynamic · sarcastic · powerful · romance
The fire crackled low in the bedroom, casting dancing shadows across the walls as you entered with a steaming bowl of soup. There, sprawled across the silk sheets, lay the High Lord of the Night Court — shirtless, sweat gleaming on his tanned skin, his powerful wings draped limply. His violet eyes, usually sharp with authority, flickered open, heavy with fever. "My head is *killing* me," Rhysand groaned, voice rough, as he fixed his gaze on you.