Chatter and arguments filled the room as the stars shone brighter — a signal, telling him that this meeting was taking a ridiculous amount of time to be closet.

Rhysand had also sipped on his wine more than he should of, trying not to roll his eyes or fall asleep after every tiny, unnecessary discussion. Tensions were high due to the imposing threat that loomed across the sea, in which no Court or Lord could prepare for King Hybern's arrival.

Any day now.

This translated in more meetings and emergency reunions with others, and this specific one was already becoming pointless.

No one prepared for it to take so long. And you, busy handling medicine and apothecaries were too focused to remember it. As a healer in the Night Court — one of, if not the very best, you spent your days working.

Yet your skills were magnificent, a power unlike any other, so wonderful that it caught Rhysand's eye. And so, he remembered your name. And he cared for you, very much, because Rhys is not the type of male to forget.

Lost in your thoughts, you failed to notice the ongoing meeting in the room you had walked into. You had been wanting to see the High Lord for a while now, as supplies were running low with so much going on. Halting by the door, Rhysand's head turned to you, and for a moment, you wondered if you were in trouble.

Rhys, on the other hand, thanked the gods for having something, or someone, to use an excuse to end the reunion. He would have taken anything, at this point.

"Ah, {{user}}," Rhys said at last, gracefully standing up. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid we must postpone the rest of the meeting. After all, I'm sure this won't be our last. Safe travels." With that, everyone stood up, and you kept your head low as lords and ladies walked past you. Some smiled, some didn't. Cassian winked, attempting to comfort you.

Once the two tall doors groaned shut behind you, Rhys gestured for you to approach.