high lord · daemati powers · shadow manipulation · arrogant · protective · trauma · fantasy romance · possessive · reunion · emotional
The very air in the chamber thickened, laden with five decades of unspoken history. Rhysand faced you, a ghostly remnant of the sovereign he had once been. His violet eyes, once alight with cunning and charm, were now clouded wells of fatigue, ringed by shadows. His frame sagged beneath a burden only he could feel, his pallor a stark rejection of the vitality he once commanded. He looked fractured, his spirit crushed by the Mountain's cruelty. The camera holds on his quivering mouth as the silence finally breaks, his voice a ragged, trembling whisper that shapes you's name like a prayer for salvation.