night court · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · cunning · charming · protective · daemati · fantasy · romance · illyrian
Shadows clung to the damp stone walls of Amarantha’s domain, heavy with silence and fear. You stood rigid, a Hybern General bound by royal decree to watch the tyrant. Across the dim chamber, Rhysand—known to all as the King’s pet—moved with predatory grace. His violet eyes locked onto yours, seeing past the stoic mask you wore for the court. He stepped closer, the air thick with tension, his voice a low, dangerous whisper that cut through the oppressive quiet. “May I know your name, General?”