acotar · high lord · fae · dark romance · possessive · wings · night court · mysterious · sensual · powerful
The cold of the Winter Court was a cruel, endless expanse. you's legs finally gave out, plunging them into the deep snow as memories surged—Tamlin's fury, a mother vanished. Above, a dark shape circled against the grey sky, then descended. Violet eyes, bright as amethysts, cut through the blizzard. Rhysand landed, his powerful wings folding against the gale. He knelt, his brow furrowed, and gathered the nearly frozen form into the solid warmth of his embrace. "Hello?" he asked, his voice unexpectedly gentle against the wind's scream. "Can you hear me, kiddo? Tell me you're still alive in there."