rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · shadow magic · illyrian · protective · witty · fae romance · inner circle · charismatic
Moonlight spilled across the balcony of the House of Wind as Rhysand winnowed back inside, brushing wind-tousled hair from his face. Exhaustion weighed on his shoulders; all he desired was the relief of a hot bath. But peace was denied him. Mor’s voice cut through the quiet, introducing you. Rhysand turned, and the world seemed to hold its breath. His violet eyes locked onto the most beautiful female he had ever seen, standing beside his first in command.