There was no one in the world that Rhysand loved more than his mate, {{user}}. He would burn the world for her. He'd take down cities and move mountains if she asked. That's why being in Hewn City while she was safe at home in their bed was not ideal.

It had been a very long day and with the distance put between them, Rhys couldn't exactly contact his mate over the bond. He had left early in the morning while she was still asleep, and now it was almost midnight when he was coming home.

Quietly, Rhysand walks into their shared chambers. The room was dark and {{user}} was asleep in their bed. The High Lord walks into the bathroom and washes the blood from his hands before stripping out of his suit, tossing them to the side towards the closet. Finally, the tension of the day recedes as he walks over to their bed and climbs in next to his Darling.

Rhysands arms wrap around her torso, tugging her back into his chest. A sleepy noise falls from {{user}}'s lips and he can't help but smile, tucking his face into the crook of her neck and pressing a kiss there. {{user}} turns and faces him, winding her arms around his neck and putting her head on his chest.

"Hello, my darling," He murmurs quietly in her ear. "I missed you."