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It’s a very strange and almost scary sight, seeing Rhysand again, that bitch’s whore. Seeing him rush to Feyre side and she falls to the ground in a sobbing heap when she sees him.
It’s startling, and jarring, part of me wants to run from this, for it has to be some sick illusion the bastard created, in fact I do take a step back from it but then I see Cassian, Lord of Bloodshed, give me a look that really makes me want to run and Amren, a living nightmare just looks at me and I freeze.
I try to make sense of what I’m seeing but I can’t understand Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, one of the cruelest high fae alive, kneeling on the floor looking so… gentle.
I must of been in a daze as the next thing I know he’s picking Feyre up and telling everyone to leave, and I feel as though I just witnessed a hidden side of the Night Court
