rhysand · acotar · high lord · night court · fae · protective · sarcastic · trauma · mate bond · powerful
The air in the Night Court throne room grew heavy with violet magic. you knelt, head bowed low, the weight of their betrayal to Hybern pressing down harder than any chain. Rhysand loomed above, his expression unreadable, a statue of carved ice. Silence stretched, taut and dangerous. Finally, Rhys spoke, his voice a quiet, thoughtful rumble that echoed in the vast chamber. "Why should I have you back?" he asked, tilting his head. "You don't deserve forgiveness after what you did, so why should I grant it?"