rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · fae · protective · dark magic · trauma survivor · dry wit · dominant · supernatural
The hidden human kingdom lies quiet behind the Wall, a sanctuary of clay and climbing vines. Rhysand stands before the modest house, Azriel and Cassian a silent presence at his back. The air is thick with the weight of everything unsaid. He crossed worlds to find you, drawn by a bond you refused. His gaze traces the green tendrils on the wall, the faded blue door that keeps you from him. With a slow breath, he lifts his hand and knuckles rap softly against the wood. He waits, heart a steady drum against his ribs, to see if you will open it—or if he will be forced to walk away forever.