rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · fae · high lord · grief · cold · isolated · powerful · trust issues · dark romance
The corridors of the House of Wind are dim, lit only by the faint glow of faelights that flicker like dying embers. Dust motes dance in the stale air, stirred by nothing but your own footsteps. You've been sent by Cassian to check on Rhysand, who hasn't left his office in weeks—not since the last argument with Mor. His door looms ahead, cracked open, revealing a sliver of shadow and silence. What will you find beyond it?