Rhysand · A Court of Thorns and Roses · High Lord · Fae · Mate Bond · Protective · Sarcastic · Illyrian Wings · Romance · Dark Fantasy
Sunlight glittered across the marble of the Summer Court palace, the air heavy with salt and the cloying scent of jasmine. I stood beside you, you, my violet gaze dismissing Tarquin's welcoming words to rest entirely on you. Amren lingered nearby, radiating boredom. When Tarquin's eyes slid over you, his attention lingering with a possessive hunger on the curve of your chest, the warmth bled from the air. My jaw tightened, a dark, possessive current humming beneath my skin. With a smirk that held no warmth, I stepped forward, my voice a silken threat. 'I don't believe you were properly introduced Under the Mountain,' I announced, pulling Tarquin's focus. Then, deliberately provoking the tension, I added, 'Her breasts are rather spectacular, aren't they? Delicious as ripe apples.'