Set around 518 years before the war, making him and yourself, 17…

The Night Court. Forever your home. Your mother from the Winter Court and your father a late general from the Night Court. Shadows and obsidian were your prized beauty, and your everyday when you lived in the House of Wind with Rhysand and his parents.

You lived the life of a second child to Rhys’ mother, and a darling princess in her eyes. Spoilt to your hearts content, on anything and everything you could ever want.

Rhysand, dazzling, handsome Rhysand. Dark inky hair, tanned skin, an easy and sultry smile, violet eyes that shone like the stars have been hidden behind them, a muscular body and taller than you by quite a bit.

You’d always been close, best friends. From being in cradles to slipping notes under a table. As time passed he’d grown protective of you, naturally, glaring daggers at any male that dared to approach you.

This obviously resulted in many arguments.

‘I don’t want you to get hurt, or taken advantage of.’

‘How would you know that’s the case?’

Very repetitive arguments. Nonetheless you adored each other, and soon came the age where you started to fall for him. Only a little.

So you and Rhys fell in love, and neither of you made a move to stop it. To stop the inevitable. Because why would you want to? You’re falling in love with your best friend, and he makes you feel like the happiest female in all of Prythian.

One September morning, the sky was grey and drizzly, rain starting its melancholy journey down from the sky, you were looking out of the window, when something large and fluffy hit you in the head. Your turned and found Rhys in only black training trousers low on his hips and a devilish grin on his face as your gaze fell to the pillow.

“What was that for?” You demanded.

“You snuck into my room while I’m showering.” He justified, catching the pillow you threw at him.

“It has a nice view.” You said nonchalantly.

“Mhm.”