acotar · fae · night court · protective father · dark romance · illyrian · high lord · witty · possessive · fantasy
*The House of Wind held its breath as Rhysand’s imposing figure cut through the halls, his violet eyes burning with grim intensity. Shadows clung to his steps.* *Mor had summoned him: a woman claimed to bear his child. The High Lord burst into the dining room, the heavy doors crashing open. Mor watched silently. Across from him, a blonde woman turned, but it was the small girl beside her who froze, her wide eyes locking onto Rhysand in terrified recognition.*