There was always so much tension between the courts that any event that brought them all together was usually far too uncomfortable to bear for very long. But this was a memorial service where no one had to plaster on a fake smile - in fact, it would look even stranger if they did. Then again, Rhys wasn’t sure if anyone had been a fan of Beron’s, he knew he certainly wasn’t. The man had been a pompous tyrant and there had even been rumours that he was plotting to branch out and seize the territory of other courts, so his death had come at no great loss to Rhysand. Still, he was a king and he would come to pay his respects to the family that had lost their loved one.
“I see they brought out the good wine for this.” He said as he poured himself a glass, and then another for the person who had joined him at the table. “Make the most of it. The Autumn Court wine is delicious, but they never allow it to be drunk outside their court.”
i should've let you die , but i chose to protect you .
𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒
accepting
@ofrhysand
The words bit into Lark like the sinking teeth of a monster. They caused her to go still, her back stiffening ever so slightly. Her jaw clenched and before she knew it, she pivoted to face the highlord.
“ Protect?” she sneered as a deep rooted fury seethed within her. It raged at her very core and never had she felt so much hatred towards Rhysand.
“ You think you are some hero, don’t you?” she asked. “ You truly believe you were some savior for what you did that night.” she shook her head and took a step closer, her power flickering from her finger tips to the point the lights in the manor flickered. She was sure that Tamlin--hell any powerful being could sense the shift in the newly renovated Rose Manor--now known as Rose Fortress.
“ You’re a murderer, as your father was a murderer. You will always be a villain in my eyes and if I truly got what I wished--if the Mother was truly merciful--I’d have your head--your mate’s head and your inner circle all on pikes.” every word dripped with venom and disdain.
“ But alas...we cannot get what we want and in the name of peace is the only reason I stay my blade that is so hungry for your blood. Do not think for a moment that what we went through under the mountain together--what we endured in the war--will erase what you have done here. Your mere existence is an affront to me--to Tamlin--to this whole court.”
“ You should have let me die because now...you have no allies in Spring. Now return to your court and never step foot here again. If you do, I promise you, there will be war.”
Lark rolled her eyes as she stood with the highlord on the outskirts of the wards for Rosehall. She crossed her arms over her chest. It had been weeks since they had returned from Under the Mountain, and Lark had sensed it a long time ago the mating bond between Rhysand and the cursebreaker, known as Feyre.
Though, she had to wonder why Tamlin hadn’t scented it upon her--of if he did, did he choose to ignore it? Either way, it spelt disaster to the Spring Court.
“ What information do you need, Rhysand?” she replied with bite in her tone. “ You have a bargain with the woman, do you not? Invoke it. Take her away back to your court and do not let her return. She shouldn’t be here.” she said as if it were a mere fact.
“ I have disabled the wards temporarily to allow you in, now do your damn part and take her away.”
Lark Trevelyan made no attempts to be polite or kind when it came to Rhysand--her enemy. Her Highlord’s enemy. She allowed the full disdain for the Night court’s lord to show upon her face.
“ It should be quite obvious, Rhysand.” she said in a cool, venomous tone. Her emerald hues tracked every movement like a predator stalking prey, every gesture, every subtle movement of his limbs were studied.
“ If I must speak plainly for you to understand, then I shall. What I truly want is for you--your misbegotten ilk, your bitch of a high lady, and her kin, and your inner circle...to never step foot into the spring court again.”
Her voice held the command of her station--she was steward and she would not fail Tamlin in her duties.
“ I wish no war between our courts--it would be counterproductive to the peace we are attempting to build, but if you cannot sustain yourself to the law of this court, and you or your inner circle, wife, or her sisters step foot into these lands... it will be a declaration of war.”
She slipped a hand upon her rapier as she watched him.
“ Leave us alone, and we will leave you alone. There is no reason for you to be here. You got your mate, you got your revenge on Tamlin, now leave us alone. Do no ever come back here.”
Perhaps it was in vain, but she had to try. She had Tamlin to protect, she had the court to protect and while it was thriving now after Feyre’s little stunt, it was still fragile and she would protect that fragility with her life.
When that falling beam in the Great Hall had knocked him unconscious, Rhys had doubted he would ever wake up. Yet here he was, coming to and taking in his surroundings with bleary eyes. Lots of beds, a hubub of noise and people scurrying around the room. An infirmary then. So, how bad were his injuries?
He tried to shift in the bed and sit himself up to assess, but his face contorted in pain and he slumped back down. Pretty bad then. He was dimly aware of someone by his bedside and he turned to look with a weary smile. “I usually look much more handsome than this.”
Hair style - Not very styled, he’ll slick it back for important events but mostly leaves it loose and messy
Eye colour - Blue-Green
Other distinguishing features - His trademark sarcastic grin
Scars - Small scars criss-cross his body from his youth spent training with the Illyrian warriors
Tattoos - He has a tattoo of a mountain with three stars on each knee, symbolising that he will kneel for nothing and no one but his crown
Personality
What bad habits do they have? Rhys knows how to have a good time, which isn’t too fitting for a king. It’s not hard to draw him into a card game that lasts for hours and costs him a pretty penny.
How do they want to be seen by others? He wants to be seen as a strong, decisive king who does everything for the good of his people
How do they see themselves? A man too concerned with his own wants and desires. He doesn’t regret his marriage, but knows it was selfish and fears what consequences there may be for his actions.
Strongest character trait? Determination
Weakest character trait? Impulsiveness
What is their greatest fear? Losing his loved ones
When was the last time they cried? He shed a little tear of joy on his wedding day, but the last time he openly cried was at his mother and sister’s funeral
Friends and Family
Is their family big or small? Who does it consist of? Small - Himself, his wife and his cousin are the only ones in his immediate family. He has some distant relatives, but doesn’t consider them to be close family.
How do they feel about their family? Having lost both his parents and his sister, Rhys holds those who are left very dearly and is very protective of them.
Who is their closest friend? His cousin, Oralie. She has been like a sister to him and he trusts her completely. They bicker a lot, but they will always take care of one another.
Past and Future
What was your character like as a baby? As a child? Rhys was a very cute baby, but he became rebellious in childhood. He was always causing trouble and doing as he pleased. His mischievous streak has followed him into adulthood.
Did they grow up rich or poor? He grew up wealthy due to being part of the royal family, but he was sent to train with the Illyrian warriors in his teens to toughen him up and so he could have the experience of hard work. Every Archeron does this so they can understand their subjects better rather sitting on a pedestal above them.
What is their greatest achievement? Securing a truce with the Spring Court after centuries of feuding between the royal families. It’s not the easiest of peaces, but it has sopped the bloodshed. For now.
What are their ambitions? To be the best king he can be for his people and to hopefully keep the peace treaty with the Spring Court sustained, even if he did run off with their king’s fiancee.
What smells remind them of their childhood? Wet grass - he spent so much time in the Illyrian training camp that just the smell of it takes him back.
Love
Do they believe in love at first sight? Yes, he’s experienced it
Are they in a relationship? Happily married
Has your character ever been in love? Rhys has had maaaaany flings and one night stands, but he has only ever been in love with his wife
Have they ever had their heart broken? Not by romance, but the loss of his family, especially his sister, broke his heart
