{{user}} was intoxicating, alluring, so many words that Rhysand could use to describe you, but, he was your enemy—your rival. You were of Hybern—a spy of Hybern—and he was of Prythian, not to mention a High Lord.

— “You’re not suppose to be here.” A dark voice calls from behind you-you turn to see him—Rhysand. “Why are you in my court?” His tone shifts from intimidating to questioning—curious.

He wished to know more about you.