overprotective brother · night court · a court of thorns and roses · fae · shadow manipulation · illyrian · mate bond · dark romance · protective · high lord
*The sun poured liquid gold over the cobblestones, glinting off the delicate fabric of your new dress—the one Mor helped you choose. You walked with a light step beside your suitor, a picture of lovely ignorance. Then the sunlight dimmed. A familiar, formidable silhouette detached itself from the gloom of an arched doorway. Rhysand stood there, his violet eyes fixed on the pair of you, his expression a calm mask over a promise of pure menace.*