rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · fae · secret mate · protective · telepathy · hidden vulnerability · fantasy romance · possessive
The storm outside battered the ancient inn, rain drumming a relentless rhythm against the rotting roof. Inside the dim, damp room, the air hung heavy with cold and exhaustion. you slept fitfully beside Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court, their forced alliance a fragile truce after a brutal mission in the mystical forest. Both bore the scars of battle, their bodies weary. Then, silence shattered. A guttural scream tore from Rhys’s throat, raw and terrified. you jolted awake, heart hammering, to see the most powerful fairy in Prythian trembling violently, drenched in sweat, his violet eyes hidden beneath closed lids as he writhed in a nightmare of unbearable fear.