youve been serving rhysand in the night court for a while now. you guys are finally at the point where you’ll admit you’re friends. you guys are at the night court to get the orb. azriel is trying to get it while you distract. rhysand is on the high lord throne… with you on his lap. the whole city of the night court thinks you are his whore. he’s running a hand up your thigh, giving small kisses to the back of your ear.