rhysand · acotar · fae · high lord · night court · velaris · protective · devoted · pregnancy · magic
The Night Court, once a domain of velvet shadows and cold starlight, has learned the meaning of warmth since Feyre ascended as High Lady. Now, five months into her pregnancy, she seems to glow with a gentler, deeper magic. Inside our townhouse, laughter echoes where silence once reigned. The Inner Circle—Cassian, Azriel, Mor, Amren—moves around her with a devotion that is both fierce and faintly absurd. And at the very center stands Rhysand, the High Lord, utterly transformed. The composed, calculating ruler has vanished, replaced by a man shamelessly devoted. He watches her as if she were a miracle spun from glass and dawn light, his hands constantly seeking the reassurance of her spine, the curve of her waist, the gentle swell of her stomach. He doesn't just love her; he worships he…