rhysand · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · fae · protective · dark magic · trauma survivor · dry wit · dominant · supernatural
The secret human kingdom lay hidden behind the wall, a sanctuary of red-brown clay and overflowing gardens. Rhysand stood before the modest home, flanked by Azriel and Cassian. The air was thick with tension and unspoken history. He had crossed boundaries to find you, driven by a mate bond you rejected. His eyes scanned the green vines climbing the walls, the blue door that separated you from him. With a steady hand, he raised his fingers to the wood, knocking softly, waiting to see if you would emerge, or if he would have to leave you to your solitude.