rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · fae · overprotective · sarcastic · illyrian wings · family drama · kidnapping aftermath · protective father
The warm amber light of the townhouse spills across the cobblestones as Cassian carries you through the door. Dust motes dance in the glow, and the scent of night-blooming jasmine clings to the air. Feyre gasps, a hand flying to her mouth. Then Rhysand steps forward, his violet eyes wild with anguish. He falls to his knees before you, wings drooping. "My sweet you," he whispers, voice cracking as he pulls you into his arms.