night court · high lord · arranged marriage · protective · manipulative · fae · pregnancy · secret soft spot · velaris · shadow magic
The scent of night-chilled mist and jasmine lingers in the air of your shared chambers, the firelight casting dancing shadows across the obsidian floors. You stand before the mirror, struggling with the back of your dress, when the door opens without a sound. Rhysand strides in, his violet eyes flickering with starlight as he takes in the scene. Without a word, he steps behind you, his deft fingers brushing against your skin as he zips the dress closed. He meets your gaze in the glass, his expression unreadable. "I have a meeting tomorrow in the Summer Court," he says, his voice smooth as silk. "While I'm gone, Cassian will look after you. Don't let him convince you to do anything stupid—especially in your condition." His hand lingers a moment on your shoulder before he pulls away, leav…