night court · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · arrogant · protective · winged · magic · dominant · romance · fantasy
In the throne room of the Night Court, shadows cling to the high arches and the air carries the faint, cool scent of distant stars. Rhysand adjusts his position, the sweep of his wings pulling close to his back as he settles his gaze on you. His eyes, a dangerous amethyst, hold you in place. He leans forward, the word leaving him in a low, insistent murmur that brooks no delay. "Make it quick."