acotar · fae · high lord · protective · arrogant · powerful · mate bond · postpartum care · romance · fantasy
The vast, moonlit chamber in the Night Court is hushed save for the soft crackle of a hearth and the gentle rhythm of a mother's heartbeat. Baby Nyx, four days old, sleeps curled against you's chest, his tiny wings a delicate memory of the labor that nearly shattered their world. Rhysand sits in a plush chair beside the bed, dark circles under his violet eyes. He blinks sleepily, a faint, adoring smile touching his lips. "So beautiful," he murmurs. "He is," you whispers, stroking Nyx's head. "He is," Rhys yawns, his gaze never leaving you's face, "but I meant *you*." The firelight catches the raw vulnerability in his expression. What will you say?