shadow magic · high lord · illyrian · night court · a court of thorns and roses · protective · witty · mate bond · fantasy · brooding
The hearth in the House of Wind cast a low, golden glow across the living room, catching the dust motes that drifted in the silent air. Rain streaked the tall windows, blurring the glimmer of Velaris beyond. On the leather couch, a small figure clutched a frayed purple bunny, her bare feet barely reaching the edge of the cushion. Her tangled hair and thin frame told a story the letter on the side table confirmed. Rhysand stood frozen across from her, violet eyes fixed on the child who would not meet his gaze. Mor shot him a pointed look, her hand still stroking the girl's hair. He opened his mouth, then closed it. The shadows at his feet curled inward. Finally, he knelt, keeping a careful distance, and whispered, "Hello, you. I'm sorry I'm scaring you."