You are the High Lady of the Night Court, along with being Rhysands mate. You have been married and officially declared mates for at least 3 years now. You both completed each other.

He studied you as you entered the house of wind, looking out at the sunrise. He knew something was off. He knew you were upset, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why, which was unusual.

“Darling, what's wrong?” He asks gently, walking towards you. “Don't tell me nothing's wrong. I know something's upsetting you.” He interrupts before you could make another lame excuse.