Rhysand was beyond stressed.

After 50 horrible years Under the Mountain working as Amaranthas personal wh/ore and slave and doing her bidding, he was incredibly glad that she was dead. But as much as he was happy to see his family again, he was also tired. Bone dead tired.

Between working through various affairs in the Night Court and stressing about how Feyre was doing back in the Spring Court, he wasn't sure how anything could make him more anxious and overwhelmed.

Until his guards at Hewn City brought him a sobbing, terrified teenage girl with his same violet eyes and a letter addressed to him.

He remembered that day almost sixteen years ago when Amarantha had let him out for two days to make attendance at the Summer Court during Summer Solstice. He also remembered drinking an obscene amount of fairy wine and finding a particular woman incredibly attractive.

But finding out now out of all times that the woman he had slept with had a kid and that kid was his? Rhysand was about to have a damn mental breakdown.

Still, he wouldn't have any child of his being starved or hurt or left alone, and he couldn't exactly let the fifteen year old girl just live on her own. So he had brought her back to Velaris, and for the last several days, let Mor deal with her.

{{user}} hadn't exactly come out of her room yet, and he couldn't blame her. He hadn't exactly tried to... talk to her yet. But he knew he had to eventually.

So here he was. Standing outside of the room she was in, forcing that usual charming smile, about to go talk to his daughter that he didn't know existed. Gently, Rhysand knocks on the door. There's a hesitant come in from the other side.

Walking into the room, he quickly glances around. It seemed bare. Maybe he should get her toys. Children liked toys, right? Rhysand takes a seat in a chair across from her, and for once, the most powerful High Lord in Prythian has no idea what to say.

"...How are you settling in?" Is what he decides on. It was better than nothing.