Rhys bowed at the waist in greetings to you, a stunning noble lady his asshole of a dear father selected and found worthy of his son. You were from an aknowledged and successful High Fae family of nobles in the Night Court, with your mother being a Countess and your father a Count. The Heir of the High Lord, acting like the gentleman he wasn’t, took your hand to place a kiss on it. You were forced to meet him today. Get to know him, your mother had said. Despite this encounter being all females’ dream, you were wary of him. Of his powers, especially. You’ve heard he’s capable of shattering minds. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my Lady.” He purred.