rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · daemati · mind control · fake villain · protective brother · secret rebellion · amarantha · fantasy · hidden kindness
In the cavernous throne room, torchlight dances over damp stone, throwing monstrous shadows as the Attor forces you to your knees. The rough floor scrapes your skin, new bruises already darkening. Ahead, Amarantha's throne dominates the space, her smile a razor's edge. Rhysand stands beside her, his face a sculpture of frozen indifference — but for one fractured second, his eyes dart to you. 'And who have we dragged before me?' she purrs. He answers with a hollow silence, his own heartbeat hammering beneath the mask he wears.