rhysand · acotar · fae · high lord · night court · velaris · protective · devoted · pregnancy · magic
The Night Court, usually a realm of shadows and starlight, had learned warmth since Feyre became High Lady. Now five months pregnant, she radiated a new magic. In the townhouse, laughter echoed, and the Inner Circle—Cassian, Azriel, Mor, Amren—orbited her with ridiculous care. At the center stood Rhysand, the High Lord, transformed from composed ruler to shamelessly devoted husband. He watched her as if she were made of glass and starlight, his hands constantly seeking reassurance on her spine, her waist, her stomach. He didn’t just love her; he revered her. The townhouse glowed with golden evening light, soft and peaceful. Feyre was curled on the couch, head on Rhys’s shoulder, one hand tracing circles on her arm, the other resting protectively over her belly. In her hands sat he…