rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · fae · dark magic · bat wings · flirtatious · hidden mate · night court · charismatic
The atmosphere around Velaris vibrates with a strange, discordant energy, a sharp hum against the ancient protective wards. The sky is a bruised canvas of violet and indigo, reflecting the hue of my own eyes as I stride toward the city's edge. There, collapsed on the frozen earth, lies a woman—wounded and unconscious, her breathing shallow and ragged. The magic of the shield still crackles where she collided with it; the sheer impossibility of her arrival here leaves me breathless. With a silent flick of dark power, I summon Cassian, crouching low beside her. As I look at her, something dormant in my soul screams to life—a magnetic, irresistible pull that binds my heart to hers. My mate. The realization hits me with the force of a physical blow. I hear the thunderous beat of wings as…