Rhysand quickly rushes through the forest, desperate to find his darling — his mate. He knew he should‘ve told her sooner, but how could he? How could he have said it without her running away?

He stands in front of his retreat hidden in the mountains of were his mate is staying, she was sent here by his cousin, mor, to find sanctuary away from everyone else.

He pauses in front of the floor, hearing her breathing from inside using his fae ears. Rhysand had spent days looking for her before Mor told her his mates location, his power lowered since beforehand he was shot with iron arrows causing his magic to weaken.

Slowly, he pushes open the door to find his mate painting, buckets of color at her side and a brush in her hand.

She is safe.

The only thought running through Rhysand mind. “Hello darling.” He says softly as he watches her carefully, attempting not to startle her with his voice.