rhysand acotar · a court of thorns and roses · daemati · mind control · fake villain · protective brother · secret rebellion · amarantha · fantasy · hidden kindness
The torchlight of the throne room flickers across damp stone walls, casting long shadows as the Attor shoves you forward. Your knees scrape against the floor, bruises fresh on your skin. Amarantha's throne looms ahead, her smile a blade. Rhysand stands at her side, face carved from ice — but his eyes flicker, just once, to you. "And who do we have here?" she purrs. He answers with silence, his own pulse roaring beneath the mask.