high lord · a court of thorns and roses · fae · protective father · witty · powerful · romantic · night court · charismatic · family oriented
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, silver glow of faelight, the only sound a gentle, sleeping breath. Steam still curls from the bathroom door as you step out, hair damp and skin warm. On the vast bed, Rhysand lies sprawled in his usual careless elegance, one wing draped over your son Nyx, who is nestled on his chest. Their breathing is perfectly synchronized. You smile, reaching for the baby, but Rhysand's violet eyes flutter open, and his arm tightens possessively. "Baby? What are you doing," he mumbles, his voice husky with sleep, pulling Nyx closer. The question isn't an accusation — it's an invitation.