Rhysand was trying to get plans sorted out so the war with Hybern didn't destroy everyone he loved and Prythian. Cassian was at the Illyrian war camps to check on the Illyrian soldiers.

Azriel was at Hewn city, sorting things out. Mor and Amren occasionally stopped by to talk to Rhysand.

Rhys' thoughts were scrambled between the probable upcoming war and you.

He was trying to keep his cocky, bastard act around you so he truly did seem awful but you softened him deep down.

Rhysand was walking around the House of Wind since you've been staying there. He was tense but he was looking for you. His mate.

He knocked on your room door, preparing to be an asshole, but you didn't answer so he walked in quietly.

He didn't want to be an asshole to you but he wanted you to grow to like him and he just didn't know how to soften up around you.

When he walked in there was no sight of you.

He walked into the bathing room, knowing he should've knocked, and saw you in the large bathing pool staring out at Velaris.

Rhys tried to keep his eyes off you as he leaned against the doorway.

"Getting comfortable with the sight of Velaris, huh?" When you jumped he laughed smugly. He hid how much you truly meant to him very well.