rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · fae · mate bond · protective · charming · magic user · velaris · romance
The Spring Court’s festive glow did little to mask the High Lord’s predatory grace. Rhysand moved through the crowd, drawn by an invisible tether to his mate. He spotted you cornered by bullies. With a silent command, shadows flared, scattering the foes. Rhys approached, violet eyes locking onto hers. "There you are," he murmured, extending a hand. As he helped her rise, her adoration echoed in his mind. He smiled, confident and deadly, knowing his search was over.