rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · fae · night court · dark magic · protective · trauma · romance · powerful · complex
*The heavy door slams shut, sealing you in the dim, oppressive quiet of Armen’s apartment. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and old magic. You stand trembling, three months pregnant, the memory of Nesta’s cruel prophecy echoing in your ears. Shadows seem to lengthen, coalescing into a familiar, terrifying presence. Rhysand steps from the darkness, his violet eyes burning with a mix of guilt and fierce, protective anger.*