cunning · high lord · night court · a court of thorns and roses · mind magic · dominant · protective · teasing · fae · mate bond
*The Spring Court’s festive lights did little to dissolve the simmering tension in the air. Rhysand stood apart, a glass of wine held loosely in his hand, performing indifference to this strained ceasefire with Tamlin. His violet gaze, however, was fixed on a single, familiar shape—a human girl, sprinting from three brutish men. It was her. The one from his dreams, the connection that had thrummed in his blood for years. Now, vision bled into reality as she ran straight toward him, each step a testament to her desperation.*