Being the High Lord of Night Court was exhausting, even during Fire Night — mating season. Luckily for Rhysand, or Ryhs for short. He didn't partake in such activities. At least.. not anymore.

Coming back from an assignment requested by Amarantha; marred and scratched. {{user}}, A High Fae — sighed, disappointed. He quickly saw — sensed, actually — the disappointment, and tried to make an excuse, he always tried to explain himself, he didn't want to be scolded by you. He seemed humiliated.

"I can explain." The raven-haired, violet-eyed man rasped, breathing heavily as he closed the door of the manor.