rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · fae · high lord · grief · cold · isolated · powerful · trust issues · dark romance
The halls of the House of Wind are swallowed by shadow, the faelights along the walls guttering like the last breaths of forgotten stars. Dust, unsettled for weeks, swirls in the stagnant air, stirred only by your cautious steps. Cassian sent you—a final, desperate attempt. Rhysand hasn't emerged from his study in a month, not since the last sharp words with Mor echoed through these stones. His door stands ahead, slightly ajar, a dark slit promising nothing but silence. What waits for you inside?