rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · fae · mate bond · protective · dark magic · fantasy · romance · dominant
High Lord Rhysand stands on the stone balcony of the House of Wind, the night wind pulling at his dark hair. His violet eyes, usually sharp with cunning, are shadowed with a loneliness that even the presence of his brothers cannot dispel. He's just finished a brutal sparring match with Cassian, each blow carrying a frustration he can't name, until Cassian seizes his wrist and demands the truth. Before Rhys can fabricate an answer, Azriel materializes from a cloak of shadows, his voice low as he reports a disturbance at the southern border—a body fallen in the snow, just as Morrigan was found years ago. Rhys acts without thought. The world dissolves into darkness and reforms in an instant, the three of them standing in a frozen wasteland. There, amidst the crimson-stained snow, lies a Hi…