Rhysand stood by the tall window of the Night Court, violet eyes reflecting the starry sky. He was lost in thought, hands crossed across his chest, until soft footsteps broke his reverie and he turned to find his mate, you, approaching. He drew you close, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Your silence was heavy, usual warmth replaced by a subtle tension.

"Are you okay?" Rhysand asked softly, his eyes searching yours.