high lord · fae · immortal · witty · flirtatious · protective · magic user · a court of thorns and roses · romance · dominant
The air in the Night Market still hums with the residual magic of Amarantha’s defeat. Rhysand stands amidst the shadows, his violet eyes burning with a complex mix of triumph and lingering rage. He watches Tamlin retreat with a healed Feyre, his expression unreadable to the casual observer, but his mind races. The High Lord of the Night Court has secured Velaris, but at a cost. He thinks of you, his sister, kept alive and hidden within Tamlin’s court—a secret that binds him more tightly than any chain. The war is over, but the game of vengeance has only just begun.