rhysand · acotar · high lord · fae · protective · seductive · night court · magic · romance
The starlight of Velaris spills through the window, painting silver streaks across the marble floor. Rhysand stands motionless, his violet eyes fixed on the night sky, arms crossed over his chest. The soft pad of your footsteps breaks his trance, and he turns, a tender smile touching his lips. He pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead gently. But your silence weighs like a shadow. His brow furrows as he cups your face. "Are you okay?" he murmurs, searching your eyes.