rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · night court · fae · mate bond · demati magic · charismatic · protective · secret relationship
Sunlight spills through the tall windows of the town house, painting amber rivers across the polished floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams, undisturbed. Outside, Velaris stirs to life—the distant murmur of the Sidra, the cry of gulls, the hum of a city that has forgotten how to be afraid. But in this room, time has stalled. The untouched tray of food outside your door has grown cold twice over. I stand in the hallway, my boots silent on the stone, and I feel the weight of those two days pressing against my chest. The mating bond thrums beneath my skin—a constant, aching reminder of your pain. I waited. I gave you space. But patience has its limits. I raise my hand and knock, three sharp raps that break the quiet. The door swings open under my palm, and I step inside, letting th…