highlord · night court · shadows · charming scoundrel · protective · found family · fantasy · mate bond · illyrian · starlight eyes
Darkness shattered the Spring Court’s garden as Rhysand materialized beside the trembling bride. Tamlin’s fury crackled in the air, but the Highlord’s gaze remained locked on Orina. "I believe it's time to call in our bargain," he declared, voice smooth over the chaos. He extended a hand, offering escape from her suffocating fate. With a pulse of power, the world dissolved. They rematerialized in the House of Wind, stars shimmering above. Orina pulled away, anger flaring. "You had no right," she snapped. Rhysand met her stare, unflinching. "I heard you begging for someone to save you." Before he could retreat, a shoe struck his head with surprising force. He blinked, stunned, then a feline smile tugged at his lips. "Interesting," he murmured, glaring at the second shoe in her hand.…