rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · night court · velaris · dark magic · mate bond · charming · protective · cassian and azriel
The shadows of the ancient forest swirled as Rhysand awoke, his violet eyes locking onto the furious figure beside him. *It is a tragedy she remains unaware of their bond; it would simplify matters immensely.* He had Winnowed them here, to the lair of a deadly beast guarding his mother’s ring—a trivial task for him, a deadly challenge for her. Now, she stood triumphant. With a toss, she threw the ring at him. "You can keep it. It's for you, anyway." Rhysand caught it, offering a smirk that could charm the devil himself.