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Ayana POV

Ayana walked through Velaris, her cane tapping ahead of her as she headed for Rita's. She was hopeful that Rita would have space for her to perform tonight in exchange for a meal and a room for the night. Ayana was a bard and had been wandering around Prythian for close to 200 years, playing her lute and singing her songs in bars and halls. Her only request was for a meal and a room. Usually, the proprietors were happy with the exchange, but some of them sent her on her way with scoffs in their voice.

Originally from the Spring Court, she had become a bard out of necessity after the attack that left her blind. After the husband that she had once loved greatly had attacked her, she couldn't stay in the Spring Court anymore. With her husband imprisoned, she needed a fresh start and time to come to terms with her new reality.

The loneliness weighed on her, only deepened by her constant wandering. If her own husband couldn't accept her, then what chance did she have with strangers? Rather than risk further rejection, she resigned herself to wandering. Never settling in one place for more than a few days and constantly moving.

Occasionally, she chose to use her rather limited power to winnow from one place to another, but didn't do this often as it was rather draining. She chose to save this for emergencies, and when she needed to get out of a situation quickly. Unfortunately, as she was blind, there were people who tried to take advantage of this and would try to attack and rob her while she was travelling.

Ayana reached the doorway for Rita's, pushing the door open and stepping through into the pleasure hall. The sounds and smells around her assaulted her senses and it was almost overwhelming for a moment before she took a deep breath, continuing into the hall.

Tapping her way to the bar, she stood waiting for the barkeeper. She smelled and heard Rita before she had even approached her. Rita had always had a distant cadence in her steps and a signature spicy perfume that announced her presence in any room.

"Ayana! It's good to see you. I was wondering when you would make your way back to my bar," Rita exclaimed as she stepped out from behind the bar.

Rita drew her in for a firm hug before stepping back and placing her hands onto Ayana's shoulders.

"Hello, Rita," Ayana said, smiling at the woman.

Rita clucked her tongue then. "You look tired girl..."

Ayana felt her shoulders slump. She was tired. Her lifestyle, along with being blind, didn't allow her a lot of time for relaxing. She had to keep on the move constantly and she needed to be doubly aware of her surroundings, working her other senses even harder to account for her lack of vision. It had been awhile since anyone had been able to catch her unawares, but she wouldn't allow it to happen again by not being constantly vigilant.

Rita, sensing that Ayana either couldn't or wouldn't respond, changed the subject. "Feel like singing tonight? It's a bit quiet now, but should pick up in a bit. Why don't you sit and have some dinner? I'll take your bag upstairs."

Ayana nodded gratefully to Rita as the woman took her arm, gently guiding her over to a table and helping her into the chair. Rita took her bag from her shoulder then and stepped away, heading upstairs. She no longer worried about Rita taking her bag having known the woman for a very long time and trusted her now. Her bag held all of her worldly possessions and she had only had it taken from her once. It was a costly lesson that caused her to almost starve.

A plate was delivered to her table then and she took a moment to appreciate the smells wafting from the plate. Rita had always ensured that her plate got loaded just a bit more than usual and Ayana always appreciated it. Feeling around, she located her knife and fork and dug into the meal. The flavour of chicken and vegetables met her tastebuds and she savoured the delicious taste.

Once she had finished her meal, she sat back in her chair, taking a few moments to rest and sip on her cup of water. While she had been eating, the door to the hall had been opening almost non-stop as crowds of people streamed into the building. The noises of the patrons were all cheer-filled as they laughed together in preparation for enjoying their evening.

Ayana decided to spend some time tuning her lute to get ready for her performance. Moving it in front of her, she ran her fingers over the polished wood with fast, practiced movements. One by one, she plucked each string, listening carefully. A soft frown tugged at her lips as she reached for the first tuning peg. With a practiced twist, she tightened it ever so slightly and tested the string again, happy now with the sound. Quickly, she moved her fingers over the other strings, making minute adjustments where needed until the final note rang true, clear and sweet. Smiling to herself, Ayana ran her fingers lightly over the strings, coaxing a soft chord from the instruments.

Rita appeared back at her side then. "Ready now, dear?"

Ayana nodded as Rita guided her from the table, helping her up onto the stage and leading her over to the chair. She sat and drew her lute from her shoulder, strumming and picking at the strings as she began her first song.

Rhysand POV

Rhysand wasn't sure how he had been convinced to join his Inner Circle at the pleasure hall that evening, but he resigned himself to at least attempt to enjoy himself and their company.

The last few years had seen his Inner Circle grow as each of them had found their mates and joined his expanding family. Cassian and Azriel had found their mates, Nesta and Gwyn, in the newly formed Valkyries. Amren was exceedingly happy with her chosen partner, Varian, who originated from the Summer Court and recently moved to be closer to Amren. And Mor had finally admitted her true self to the others and was disgustingly happy with Emerie, who was also another member of the Valkyries.

He was very happy that his family had found their mates and partners, but he couldn't help but feel left out. Especially on nights like these where they were all there together, and he was alone.

Rhys was aware that the others had picked up on his unhappiness and had tried to limit displays of affection while in his presence.  But he didn't want for them to change just to make him happy, so he worked to make sure that he only radiated calm content while they were all together. It was tiring for him to be constantly monitoring his expressions and emotions, but for them, he would persist. He could only hope that one day, he would be given the honour of a mate of his own.

Rita's crowds had only grown busier the longer they sat in the booth together, laughing, drinking, and teasing one another. The noise barely dulled until the soft sound of a lute began to rise from the stage. Moments later, a voice joined the melody — clear, haunting, and achingly beautiful. It curled through Rhys like a memory half-forgotten, something both intimate and distant... and distractingly familiar. He found himself holding his breath, heart caught in his throat.

The voice belonged to the woman he'd noticed the moment he entered the hall. She had caught his eye instantly, momentarily stunning him with her beauty. But now... now, he was floored by it. She shone. Her snow-white hair was gathered into a loose, low bun at the nape of her neck, and her green eyes were stunning in their brilliant emerald colour. Her skin was pale, creamy perfection, her lips a soft, kissable pink. She was utter, heart-breaking perfection.

Rhys could not draw his eyes away from her and he stared at her, transfixed. He could not say what she sung about, only how it made him feel. It felt like coming home. Such warm, safe familiarity. The feeling was delicious. It felt like how the others described when they found their mates and it was with that thought, he knew what had happened. He had just found his mate.

Ayana POV

Ayana had just finished her first song and paused, waiting for some reaction from the crowd. This was one of the hardest parts of being a performer and blind — she couldn't gauge reactions by looking at people, she had to wait for auditory reactions.

Seconds later, a well of applause broke out from the crowd along with cheers and whistles. Thumps of hands against the table and feet stamping was also heard. Smiling out at the crowd, Ayana let out a breath of relief as she went to start her next song.

Once she had finished all of the songs in her set, she stood from the chair and gave the crowd a slight bow, waiting for Rita to guide her from the stage. Ayana gathered her lute and cane, sensing Rita approaching and taking her arm. As she stepped down from the stage, coins were pressed into her hands from all sides and praises were called out to her.

She was guided to a seat towards the corner of the room, content to sit and enjoy the other acts for the evening.

As she was sitting, she felt eyes on her. Ordinarily, this would have made her uncomfortable and insecure. However, this stare made her feel safe. It felt warm.

Ayana heard the sound of light steps approach and stopping in front of her. The scent of this unknown person carried strong hints of the sea and citrus. She found herself inhaling more deeply to get more of the scent into her nose and strangely found herself wanting to taste it.

The person then spoke. "Hello, would you mind if I join you?"

His voice was a low purr that sent sparks of fire through her, heating her blood. Raising her eyes to where she imagined his eyes would be, she nodded with a small smile.

Rhysand POV

Throughout her performance, he watched only her, ignoring all else. He didn't notice that the rest of his group had gone silent as they looked between him and the mystery woman. He didn't notice the knowing smiles that were traded between them. He didn't notice the smiles and looks of relief being traded between the mates at the table. He saw none of that. He only saw her.

Once her singing came to an end, he was one of the only ones in the hall not applauding and cheering. Instead, he sat there, eyes wide in stunned disbelief as he took in the woman fated to him as his mate. Rhys couldn't wait to speak to her and get to know her more and hold her in his arms. He imagined the way that she would feel in his arms and felt a pleasant shudder run down his spine at the thought.

She went to stand from her seat, bowing to the crowd, and reaching over to grasp the end of a long stick. His head titled in curiosity at this. Rita then approached her and held her arm, guiding her from the stage and he watched as coins were pressed into her hands. Jealousy raced through him as he watched her give smiles to those surrounding her — he wanted all her smiles directed towards him.

Studying her further, he noticed that Rita was guiding her steps and she rarely met anyone's eyes, simply staring straight ahead. It took him seconds to realise that she was blind. It took him less than a second to realise that he didn't care. Blind or not, she was perfect to him and he would accept her in the perfect condition that she was.

Deciding that he had to go and speak with her — needed to meet her — he rose from his seat and without a word to his Inner Circle, he moved in her direction, his violet eyes set on only her.

Eventually, he stood in front of her on the other side of the table. He had ensured to step louder than usual to make sure he didn't startle her.

As he stood, he took in her scent. She smelled of jasmine and rain. The scent was soft, comforting, and impossible to forget. It felt like coming home, and he wanted to drown himself in the scent and the feeling, never resurfacing. He wanted her with a deep, fierce longing that was both incredible and terrifying in its intensity.

"Hello, would you mind if I join you?" he purred lowly to her. He all but crossed his fingers as he waited for her answer, never feeling more nervous than he did in this moment.

She raised those stunning jewel-like eyes, settling them on his chest as she nodded and smiled at him. He realised with a smile that she had intended to look in the direction of his face, but misjudged his height. When she had smiled at him, the smile lit up her face and sparked a smile of his own, sending warm tingles shooting through his chest.

The High Lord drew back the chair and sat across from her, drinking in her perfection. She twitched her fingers nervously in front of her which drew his eyes, tragically away from her face. He was almost glad in that moment that she was blind and couldn't see him staring at her like a brainless, love-struck dolt.

Settling back into the chair, he ran a trembling hand through his hair and brushed a piece of non-existent lint from his jacket.

"Tell me darling... what is your name?" he asked.

She smiled at him, sending flutters through him again as she responded. "Ayana."

Ayana. She had pronounced it as "eye-ah-nah" and he softly repeated it to himself. The name rolled through him like he had heard — and said — it a million times. It settled within him deeply, marking his very soul.

He quickly introduced himself then. "My name is Rhys. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ayana." He paused before asking, "Would you like another drink?" He intended to spend the rest of the evening here, with her, and wanted to ensure she would be comfortable.

Ayana nodded her assent so he sent Rita a look which she nodded to, understanding what the High Lord was asking for. Rita bustled quickly over to their table, placing the drinks down and ensuring Ayana knew where the cup in front of her was before she dashed back behind the bar.

"Tell me about yourself, Ayana," he asked, his voice low and inviting.

Ayana chuckled at the question, the sound was music to his ears. "Oh... umm, what would you like to know?"

His reply was instant. "Everything."

She seemed to hesitate then, seeming unsure, and regret raced through him, settling in his chest. He quickly added, "Everything you are comfortable sharing..."

That seemed to settle her then and she let out a quiet breath as her shoulders relaxed. The reaction was intriguing and made him wonder what she wasn't comfortable speaking about. Obviously, he knew nothing about this women who was his mate, but he wanted to know everything about her and wondered what he could do to make her comfortable with him to share. He figured that time would be best solution as he focused back on her as she begun to speak.

"Well, I'm from the Spring Court originally," she said softly. "I left around two hundred years ago and have been travelling ever since — stopping in towns and Courts, sharing my music with anyone who'll listen." She paused, swallowing. "Music has always brought me joy, and after the incident that took my sight, I learned how important it is to hold onto what makes you happy."

It wasn't a lot of detail at all, he mused. Still, he wouldn't press her for more than what she was comfortable sharing. Any information he got from her would be treasured.

"And where have you travelled?" he queried. He was desperate to know if she had been in Velaris prior to tonight. He also wanted to know if she would be staying here and almost felt sadness wash over him at the thought of her leaving.

Ayana smiled at him again. "I've travelled everywhere in Prythian more times than I can count."

She seemed happier and more willing to talk about travelling rather than herself, so he resolved to stick to lighter questions and that was how they spent the next few hours. They traded questions between themselves about favourite destinations and why they enjoyed them. They talked about their preferences for food and music and they laughed about their favourite smells. They talked about everything and nothing. It was amazing and everything Rhys could have possibly hoped for. Ayana was witty, intelligent, funny and capable.

Eventually, Rita approached their table, advising them the pleasure hall was due to close. Too wrapped up in their conversation, he hadn't noticed that it was just them left in the room. Rhysand didn't want to leave her, but had no choice, unless he was to spend the night here with her and it was much too soon for that.

Delicately, he took her hand into his, marvelling at her soft, smooth skin, enjoying the feel of her skin on his. Drawing her hand to his lips, he pressed a light kiss onto the back of her hand.

At the contact of his lips on her skin, she let out a gasp and jolted in her seat. He looked up at her face in concern, seeing the shock run across her face. Hope rose in his chest at what he thought might have happened. He hoped that she had possibly felt their bond when he touched her skin. The bond hadn't kicked in when she had inadvertently looked him in the eyes, and he figured that this was due to her blindness. Touch must be the trigger, he hoped.

She looked at him, shock still present in her features and she didn't appear to know what to say. He decided to speak, if only to provide her comfort. "I'm not positive... but I believe that you may have felt the mate bond just now... I felt it the moment I heard you sing and looked at you. I figure touch must be the trigger for you, which makes sense. Please know, I will never force you to accept me and am willing to progress at whatever pace you're comfortable with — whatever your choice..."

Ayana POV

The silence in the room was almost deafening after Rhys's statement. Ayana had never wished for sight more than she wished for it in this moment. She was completely shocked and never expected for this to happen. Especially given her history and what had happened with her husband.

She knew she felt something for this man — something deep. She was more at ease with him than she had ever been with anyone else, even Gareth, back when he still loved her.

Panic welled up in her chest, tightening it as she froze, not knowing what to do. She had just met Rhys, was still married to another man, was blind and had nothing to offer him. She would be a terrible mate for any man. Still, she could not deny that the connection was there and wished that she could have fallen headfirst into it. With him.

Needing time to think, she gently drew her hand out of his warm grip, placing it back onto her lap. She rose from the table, looking over in his direction. "I'm so sorry. I need some time to think about this... It's not you, there are things about me I haven't spoken of... I need time to think, please."

Rhys had then stood from his chair, judging by the sounds from across the table. He didn't reach out to touch her, which she appreciated. She was already overwhelmed, and an additional assault on her senses might have sent her into a full panic.

"I understand. This is just as unexpected for me as well. Of course take your time and process," he said softly before pausing. "I would like to see you again, if that's alright."

Ayana considered this. It sounded reasonable to her the request to see him again and she simply nodded before quietly murmuring, "Ok. Would you like to meet her tomorrow for dinner or go somewhere else?"

His reply was instant and held an almost relieved tone. "I will meet you anywhere you wish."

"Here would be good, thank you," she replied. She didn't think that he would harm her, but she felt more comfortable meeting him here where at least Rita would keep an eye on her and other people would be present. One could never be too careful she mused.

Rita approached them again, gently reminding them that she needed to close. Rhys murmured a quick goodnight to the pair, promising he would return tomorrow and then he was gone. Rita, obviously sensing her distress, didn't speak and simply grasped her arm, guiding her up the stairs to her room before leaving her for the night.

Ayana moved around the room with confidence. The last few times she had been here, Rita placed her in this room and she was comfortable and remembered the layout. Sitting heavily onto the bed, she let out a heavy sigh as she reflected on what had just happened. She had a mate. It was rare to find your fated mate, and she had found hers.

Lying back on the bed, she knew that tomorrow she would have to tell him everything else about her. He would need to know about her incident and about Gareth. It was likely that he would turn from her once he had all the information — there was no reason to suspect that Rhys wouldn't. Sadly, she couldn't even blame him if he did. Taking on a blind, useless mate who was already married would be a lot to ask of anyone.

She felt too anxious to sleep, but knew that it would be helpful and she may feel more clarity on everything in the morning. Lying back, she closed her eyes and cleared her mind as best she could, not wanting to think anymore about the night. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep.

Rhysand POV

Winnowing into the townhouse, Rhysand immediately noticed that his Inner Circle was already there, waiting. Variations of amused grins lit their faces. He almost wished he could have had this moment to himself — his mind was still reeling.

Pausing in front of them, he gave them a small smile as he waited for the questions to start.

As Rhys suspected, it was Azriel who spoke first. "The singer is your mate?"

He nodded back to the shadowsinger. "Yes, she is. And she is perfect..."

The ladies were all bouncing in place with how excited they were at the prospect of him finding his mate. They had been waiting for what felt like forever for a new addition to their group, and for Rhys to have found his other half.

Nesta spoke then. "You are considering accepting her then?"

Rhys bristled at her tone. Out of their group, Nesta was the most prickly and critical, known at times to come across as harsh. He knew that she usually did not intend this and had her heart in the right place. But this time, the question rankled him.

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I?" he asked her, a low warning growl in his tone.

Nesta ignored the clear warning and shook off Cassian's hand as he tried to pull her back to his side. "Well... she's blind..."

The High Lord drew himself up to his full height as he stared at her and the room shuddered with his barely controlled power. "That does not matter to me and it will not matter to any of you. I hope that I am clear in this."

Rhys watched as they all hurried to nod their agreements to him. Nesta simply nodded her head once and stepped back to Cassian's side. Cassian sent him a quick look of apology which Rhys wasn't in the space to acknowledge at that moment. He hated pulling rank on his family — but for his mate's sake, he wouldn't think twice.

"Well, she has a lovely voice, that's for certain. What's her name?" Mor asked, clearly hoping to get the conversation back to safe territory.

Rhys was still upset as he replied, his tone sharper than intended. "Her name is Ayana."

Mor smiled. "Ayana — it's a lovely name. Will you tell us more about her? Will we get to meet her soon?"

Rhys then smiled to himself as he thought back on their conversation tonight. He wanted conversation like that every night and could only hope that tomorrow night would go well.

They all listened to every detail he chose to share with them. He kept the part about her uncertainty at the end to himself. If tomorrow went well, then it wouldn't matter, and he didn't want to think about it not going well.

Everyone drifted to their own homes after that, offering him congratulations on finding his mate. Only Azriel remained in the room with him.

The shadowsinger never missed anything and had obviously noticed that something else had happened. Az simply stood there waiting for Rhys to speak.

He sighed before running a weary hand through his hair. "She didn't realise we were mates until I kissed her hand. I overwhelmed her when I told her... she wants to talk more tomorrow night to tell me something about her that she wasn't comfortable speaking about tonight."

Azriel stepped closer to him, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "That's a good thing, Rhys. At least she didn't leave. Yes, it seems like she was overwhelmed, which is fair... but maybe she just needs the time to work through her thoughts. Don't forget she is living without her sight, so this is doubly stressful for her. She can't see you to gauge your emotions and get a read on you. She is literally in the dark here."

Rhys considered his words and knew that they held a lot of merit. Azriel was completely right and it gave him a whole new appreciation of his brothers wonderful insightfulness. They also gave him a deeper understanding of Ayana's thoughts and feelings in this.

He found himself even more keen for their dinner tomorrow where he knew he would first be apologising to her. He would also ensure that he did take into consideration that she could not see him and would work to make certain she was completely comfortable and informed of everything.

Certainly, it would be an adjustment bringing her into their lives, but for her, he would go to the ends of the earth.

Lightly, he clapped Az on the shoulder in appreciation and the shadowsinger sent him a nod of understanding before teleporting away.

Readying for bed, he knew that tomorrow would bring answers to the questions he had and hopefully, the answers would bring them together. Nothing other than her with him would bring him peace.

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Ayana POV

Ayana woke with the sun, her stomach already in knots over the prospect of talking further with Rhys that night. While she was excited to spend more time with him and get to know him better, she was still worried about what they would be talking about. She could only hope that he wouldn’t turn away from her.

Depending on how their conversation went, she wanted to talk to him about her upcoming plans regarding the Day Court. There was a pre-arranged appointment she had made to sing at the Day Court, and she would need to start travelling there the day after next to arrive in time.

Rising from the bed, she readied herself for the day figuring she would help Rita with the food preparation for the pleasure hall. Cane in hand, she tapped her way down the hall, feeling her way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

As usual, Rita was already awake and bustling around the kitchen, baking bread based on the sounds and smells.

“Good morning, Ayana. I hope you slept well,” Rita called to her as she moved closer.

Rita knew that Ayana liked to help out in the kitchen and no longer tried to stop her, simply guiding her over to the counter top to help with the bread preparation. Ayana felt around the counter until her fingers found the dough and started kneading it with confident movements. Once she had finished with one ball of dough, she moved onto the next, humming as she worked.

They worked together in companionable silence, only broken when Rita started chattering to her about last night.

“So… the High Lord seemed quite taken with you…” Rita said.

Ayana felt her fingers freeze over the dough she was kneading as she frowned. “The High Lord?… He told me his name was Rhys…”

“Well, yes… that is his preferred name, but his full name is Rhysand,” Rita replied gently, concern evident in her tone.

Ayana felt the weight of that name fall into her stomach like a rock. She had been willing to accept him, if he still wanted her after she told him everything. But now… this information changed everything. He was a High Lord. He couldn’t possibly accept her as his mate. Yes, she was aware she was attractive — it was a big part of the reason that Gareth had married her. But looks weren’t enough for a mate for a High Lord… their mates needed to be capable. They needed to be able to at least read and write. They needed to be more than what she was.

The hope she held for tonight died in her chest as she felt a grief-like sensation rush through her. Her heart raced as her breaths escalated. She’d had enough panic attacks in her life to recognise that she was having one now, so she worked to try and slow her breathing, gripping the counter with an iron grip.

“Oh, my dear! Are you ok?! Here, come sit,” Rita exclaimed as she gripped her shoulders and all but carried her over to a chair. “I’ll get you some water. Sit.”

Rita was back within seconds and pressed a glass into her shaking hands, helping her as she took shaky gulps.

The tavern owner sighed then. “I take it you weren’t aware of who he was?”

Ayana shook her head, too shaken to form words in this moment. She found it hard to reconcile the man she met last night — her mate — as Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court. The man she met last night, Rhys, was kind, charming, intelligent and engaging. Rumours she had hear about Rhysand said that he was manipulative, arrogant, untrustworthy and hid his true words behind a pretty smirk and riddles.

But she knew rumours weren’t always to be believed.

The man she met last night hadn’t given her any of those vibes, and she liked to think of herself as a decent judge of character. Unsavoury and dangerous people always sent alarm bells ringing in her head. Rhys hadn’t triggered any of those feelings in her last night. He only made her feel safe, warm and comfortable.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel deceived in a way. He had deliberately not told her his full name and not told her that he was the High Lord. The fact that he’d shown interest despite her blindness only made her question his motives further. No High Lord would be interested in having a blind mate.

Rita was still dithering around the room, obviously worried about her when she finally found the ability to speak. “He’s my mate…”

A gasp sounded from Rita then. “Mother above… it finally happened. Oh, I’m so happy for you!”

Ayana frowned. “Happy for me? The High Lord is going to reject me…”

“Why would he reject you? You are wonderful. So kind, good and thoughtful. You are perfect for him,” Rita said, confusion heavy in her tone.

Ayana all but scoffed. “The reason should be obvious. I’m blind. No High Lord wants a blind mate. I’m useless to him.”

A sigh sounded from Rita. “Child, that man has been looking for his mate for more years than you have been alive. There is no possible way that he would reject you. There is not one part of you worthy of rejection. I know you can’t see it, but you are more than your blindness. So much more.”

It was these words that sent sobs wracking through Ayana’s chest. Deep, pain-filled cries left her as the weight of everything she had been holding finally became too much. It had been such a long time since she had heard comforting words and been treated with such kindness.

She sensed Rita move closer just before gentle arms wrapped around her, guiding her head to the other woman’s shoulder. Ayana sobbed onto Rita’s shoulder for what felt like hours as the tavern owner stroked her back comfortingly and murmured soft words of support to her.

Eventually, she calmed, but remained in the other woman’s embrace for some time, simply soaking in the comfort and the physical contact she had been desperately seeking. Rita seemed content to hold her for as long as she needed.

“I know you have probably heard a lot of bad things about our High Lord, but those are just rumours and couldn’t be further from the truth. He’s a good man and you should give him a chance to explain. I’m sure he has a good reason for not telling you,” Rita murmured.

Ayana nodded at the other woman. She would still meet with Rhysand tonight but she knew it wouldn’t count for anything. Either he wouldn’t show up at all, or he would reject her after she told him the rest of her story. Regardless of what happened tonight, she knew that she would get her heart broken again. She only hoped she was strong enough to endure it again.

Rhysand POV

The day seemed to drag on as Rhys waited for night to fall so he could go to meet with Ayana. Multiple times that day he found his thoughts drifting to her, remembering certain things she said, the way she moved and her laugh as they spoke. Many times Azriel and Cassian had needed to draw his attention back to the room as they spoke about training for the Illyrian legions. Each time, both of his brothers had knowing smiles on their faces as they forced him to focus.

Finally, it was time to see her again as he hurried through the streets of Velaris, dressed in his finest jacket. He clutched the bouquet of wildflowers he had personally picked for her close to him as he stood outside the door of Rita’s, straightening his jacket and smoothing his hair.

Opening the door, the sounds emitting from the pleasure hall melted away as he spotted Ayana. She was seated at the same spot as last night and he found himself again taken back by her beauty. Ayana was perfection itself as she sat wearing a floor-length grey dress with capped sleeves. He almost groaned seeing the ivory skin of her arms on display.

Tonight, she was unburdened by her lute but obviously burdened by something else, her eyes holding a deep sadness. This sadness cut into him like a blade, and he found himself wishing that he could take that sadness from her. She should be joy-filled — like she was last night — not sad. Never sad.

Approaching her table, he saw it the moment she realised he was there. There was still the hesitancy in her movements, but this time there was more. Ayana was closed off. Unreachable. His steps paused, his head tilting in curiosity, wondering what could have possibly happened.

Still, he greeted her with a falsely cheery voice. “Ayana, it’s so good to see you again. How are you?”

Her eyes flickered down to her hands that she kept hidden under the table. “I’m fine, thank you. I hope you are well.”

“Much better now that I’m with you again,” he purred at her.

Ayana shifted uncomfortably in her chair and he felt tension and dread course through him. Something was very seriously wrong.

Deciding to change tact with her, he asked, “May I sit with you?”

Seeing her nod, he slid into the seat across from her, never looking away from her face as he studied her. Gently, he placed the flowers he had brought for her onto the table, next to her drink. “I brought you some flowers, I hope that’s alright.”

Ayana made no move to reach for them and merely sat, staring over the table at him as she continued fidgeting.

Rhys was at a loss as to what was bothering her, so he simply asked her. “Is everything ok?”

Her shoulders slumped then and she seemed to crumble into herself as she leaned back into her chair. “Is your name Rhysand? Are you the High Lord of this court?” she asked quietly.

Ah. It made sense now. Someone — likely Rita — had told her who he was and she believe the rumours and stories that circulated around the other Courts about him.

It was with a sigh, he replied, “Yes. I prefer to go by my shortened name, Rhys, though.”

She paused as she considered his answer. “Why didn’t you just tell me straight away who you were?”

Rhys hummed. “I know it must seem like I deceived you, but that was never my intention. I just wanted you to meet me as Rhys — the man — and not the High Lord that I’m sure you’ve heard plenty of terrible things about.”

Ayana all but waved that away. “I’m not one to put much stock in rumours. I prefer to make my own judgments.”

Rhys frowned then. “I must confess, I am confused. If you aren’t concerned about the rumours, what are you concerned about?”

Ayana scoffed as she waved her arm. “You seriously don’t know? Look at me! I’m blind. I have next to no power and can barely winnow… I have nothing to offer you and will be a burden to you and your Court,” she said before swallowing. “Also, I’m married. To another man in the Spring Court…”

Rhys froze as that piece of information struck him. She was married. His mate was married. To someone else. Someone that wasn’t him. That particular statement would definitely require further questions, but for right now, he had to ease her perceived concerns around her lack of sight. He couldn’t believe that this incredible woman considered herself less than. That had to change.

Clearing his throat, he reached out his hand, gripping hers tightly. “Trust me, I am looking at you and I see you. I do not see a blind woman sitting before me. I see a strong, capable, kind, funny and intelligent woman. I know that you are blind and I do not care.”

Stunned her mouth dropped open as she blinked at him. She seemed at a loss for words.

“Let’s get your objections out of the way now, shall we? You’re blind. So what?” Rhysand questioned.

“What do you mean, ‘so what?’” Ayana asked with an incredulous tone.

“Exactly that. Why does you being blind mean you are not a worthy mate for a High Lord?” Rhys replied confused. He didn’t understand what the issue was.

Ayana tugged her hand from his, pointing to her face. “Well for starters, I can’t see. I can’t read or write. I can’t go anywhere without my cane… do I need to go on?”

“You not being able to see means nothing. You still do what you wish now, do you not? So you can’t read and write? You can listen and you can speak, can you not? You say you can’t go anywhere without your cane. I can’t go anywhere without clothes. It’s just something you use — not something that defines you,” he responded coolly.

Ayana seemed to consider this but obviously wasn’t convinced. “You cannot tell me that your Court would accept a blind Lady…”

Rhys bristled at that. “My Court will accept who they are told to accept. Even without that, they will accept you. You are good, kind, smart and capable. They will likely accept you more than they do me.”

Ayana shifted again in her chair as she wrung her hands in front of her. “But what about my lack of power? Shouldn’t a Lady of a Court have some power to offer?”

The High Lord was growing frustrated. She seemed to be trying to find any number of excuses and he began to worry that her objections may be related to him personally.

“That is actually incorrect… a Lady of a Court actually doesn’t need to have any power. Also, the fact that you can winnow at all means that you do in fact have a lot of power. I would place money on you having other, untapped abilities,” Rhys said before swallowing. “You could list out a hundred objections to try and force me to turn from you, and I would not. You are the mate that fate has chosen for me, and I think it has chosen incredibly well.”

Ayana POV

Ayana wanted to believe his words, but it was difficult. She was so used to being called a burden and still couldn’t shake the emotions caused by her husbands mistreatment. Even after 200 years, she still couldn’t shake those feelings.

“I would like to discuss this further, but not here. Would you mind if we spoke at my house?” Rhys asked.

She stiffened at his request, while she didn’t think that the High Lord was going to hurt her, she was still wary about speaking privately with him. Ayana knew what they would be talking about.

Hesitantly, she nodded at him. “Ok, but I need to let Rita know where I’m going.”

His reply came instantly and did actually help to ease some of her concerns. “Of course. I will call Rita over for you.” He paused briefly. “I promise that you will be safe and I will bring you back here later tonight.”

Sensing Rita approaching the table, she smiled in her direction. “Hi Rita, the High Lord has asked for me to come with him back to his house. I just wanted to let you know so you don’t worry.”

Ayana hoped that Rita understood the unasked question in her statement. She needed for Rita to tell her that she would be safe doing this.

“Oh! Of course, Ayana. Thank you for letting me know. Rhysand will look after you and I will talk with you later,” Rita said before she hurried away again.

Shuffling then sounded from in front of her as Rhysand stood from his chair and she listened as his footsteps moved around the table towards her. The sounds of the other patrons faded the closer he got, his scent invaded her senses. One thing she could say about the man with absolute certainty — he smelled amazing.

She felt it as Rhysand held out a hand for her to take which she grasped, understanding that he intended to winnow them to his house. Tingles erupted over her skin again at the touch of his hand in hers as they winnowed.

Instantly, she knew she was somewhere else. The sounds and smells and very feel of the new place were different. It was quiet, a vast difference from the raucous sounds at Rita’s. Rhys’s scent was strong through the house as well as various other scents. The house felt calm and peaceful and had an open feel to it, not giving her any sense of claustrophobia. Ayana surprisingly found herself feeling very comfortable here.

Rhys still had her hand held in his as he guided her through the unfamiliar room. He guided her with sure steps, never letting her run into any of the furniture that must be in the room. She still felt around her with her cane — not only from habit — but from a curiosity at her new surroundings. Rhysand led her to a chair, and she felt around in front of her, before sitting. The High Lord moved away from her then, sitting across from her.

Closing her eyes, she took a few moments to drink in the peace in the room before the hard conversation she knew was coming. Ayana could feel the High Lord’s eyes on her, so she took a deep breath before telling him her story.

“I am 305 years old and met my husband — Gareth — 210 years ago. I still had my sight then. Gareth was also from the Spring Court and he begun courting me the very first day he saw me. He was so charming, strong and attractive, and I liked him immediately. We courted for two weeks before he asked my hand in marriage. Unfortunately, my father had already passed a few years earlier and my mother had died in childbirth, so he was unable to ask their permission. I accepted of course, and we were married within the week,” Ayana started quietly. Rhysand remained silent while she spoke.

Swallowing, she continued. “For the first few years, Gareth and I were happy. I loved him to the point of distraction and it seemed like he loved me as well. It started small — he would come home and would be frustrated if something around our home wasn’t perfect. Other times he would get angry and yell at me for no reason. So I would try harder to try and make him happy, but this seemed to make him more upset. It got bad then… one night he hit me. Gareth immediately apologised and promised that he wouldn’t ever do that again… he kept his word for a few weeks. Those few weeks everything was good. It seemed like we were back to the way it was when we were first married…”

A tear ran down her cheek then as she felt the room start to tremble and the air seemed to get thicker. Ayana gasped as she felt fingertips on her face, clearing her tears. Lost in telling her story, she hadn’t noticed that Rhysand had moved closer to her.

“Go on,” he growled. “What happened then?”

Ayana took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders as she continued. “One night he came home drunk. I had tried to wait up for him because he liked to be greeted when he got home… but I fell asleep. I didn’t mean to, but he had been out so late… I woke to him grabbing my hair and dragging me down the hallway. I tried so hard to get away… but he was so strong. He dragged me up the stairs, into our bedroom and he tried to take my dress off…”

Rhys interrupted then, his voice bleak as death. “Did he force himself on you?”

“No! No… he never got the chance… I finally managed break free from his hold and I ran into the hallway. I almost made it to the stairs before he caught me again… I hit him to try and get away. The last thing I remember was him throwing me over the balcony… I woke up weeks later in a healing room, unable to see,” Ayana said quietly.

Rhys hummed. She could hear the anger in his voice and could still feel the room shaking slightly. “I see. Did the healer give a reason for the blindness?”

“Yes. They said it was due to the head trauma. By the time they found me, it was too late,” she replied.

“Your High Lord was Tamlin at the time, wasn’t he? What was his reaction to all of this?” Rhys asked.

“Tamlin spoke to me when I woke up. Told me he was sorry for what I went through and asked me what I wanted to do with Gareth. I couldn’t be the reason he was given a death sentence, so I told Tamlin to lock him away. As far as I know, he is still imprisoned in the Spring Court,” Ayana said, her voice shaky. “But now do you see? I am not a suitable mate for a High Lord… I’m damaged goods. Not fit for anyone, least of all a High Lord.”

Rhysand’s fingertips were on her chin then as he gently raised her face up. “Do not let what that scum has done to you diminish your self-worth, Ayana. Your husband is a fool. Plain and simple. The fact he did not recognise the treasure you are and treat you as such… and to do what he did to you… he is a fool. A very dead one when I find him.”

Ayana started at the threat in the High Lord’s voice. It was evident from his tone that he truly meant to kill her husband.

Rhysand’s tone gentled. “You never need to fear me, Ayana. I would never hurt you. I may not be everything the rumours claim, but some of them are true. I protect those who matter to me — and you matter to me. You will have justice for this. That, I promise you.”

Tears started streaming down her face at his declaration. It had been so long since anyone had given her this level of care and made her feel like she mattered. Ayana felt arms wrap around her then as the High Lord gathered her into his arms. She slumped against his chest as she cried out all of the pain and sorrow she had been carrying. Such a heavy burden she felt on her shoulders, but with his arms around her, some of that started to feel lighter.

“I am so sorry that this has happened to you,” Rhysand whispered to her as he gently rocked her from side to side.

Exhausted from speaking, and finally feeling safe, she drifted to sleep in his arms, wrapped in the comfort of his warmth. Her last thought was wondering how she would tell him she was leaving in a few days.

Rhysand POV

Rhys held her for a long time after she drifted to sleep. He needed the feel of her in his arms to ground him. Still desperately angry over what had happened to her, it was only having Ayana in his arms that stopped him from winnowing to the Spring Court and burning it to the ground. He knew he couldn’t do that though and needed to speak with Azriel and Cassian before meeting with Tamlin.

Ayana’s story and what had happened to her had greatly affected him, and it was only due to his infinite patience that he kept his emotions controlled. Even still, some tremors of his barely leashed fury slipped out, causing the room to shake and darken. He was glad that she couldn’t see him in those moments as the expression he had worn was murderous and he would have likely frightened her. Scaring her was the absolute last thing he wanted to do.

Any concerns that he previously had about her objections were now gone. It was very apparent that her objections were around her past and what had happened with her husband. They had nothing to do with him it seemed. It was only her own insecurities that seemed to be holding back at the moment. All things that they could overcome given enough time — as long as she was willing to accept him.

Shifting her in his arms, he stood and winnowed into her room at Rita’s, gently placing her under the covers, only removing her shoes so she would be comfortable. Bringing the blanket up to her shoulders, he moved a lock of hair off her face, placing a soft kiss onto her forehead.

Rhys hated that he had to leave her here, but he had promised to bring her back. Stepping to the door, he looked back at her before moving into the hall, shutting and locking the door behind him. Walking down the stairs, he found Rita in the process of tidying the bar for the evening.

“Oh! You’re back! Is everything ok with Ayana?” Rita asked with concern.

He was glad that Ayana seemed to have the tavern owner looking out for her. “Yes, Ayana is fine. She is asleep in her room. Can you please tell her that I will be back in the morning to see her again?”

Rita smiled at him. “Of course, dear. If you don’t mind my saying, I’m very happy that she has you. She has been through a lot and I know you’ll treat her well.”

“Thank you for keeping an eye over her. You are a good friend to her,” Rhys replied, moving to the door as Rita waved him goodnight.

Stepping out, Rhys reached for the bond, summoning Cassian and Azriel to the town house. Their responses were immediate, and with that, he winnowed, arriving seconds later. Within minutes, they arrived — having flown down from the House of Wind.

He was pacing when they entered, tension radiating off him in waves.

“Brother! How are you? How’s the new mate?” Cassian asked with a grin, already halfway to a hug.

Azriel lingered near the door, sharp eyes on Rhys. “You’re angry.”

“We have someone who needs to die,” Rhys said, voice low and dangerous.

Cassian’s grin widened. “Excellent. Who are we killing?”

Azriel didn’t flinch. “And why?”

Rhys dragged a hand through his hair. “Ayana is married. And her husband — that piece of shit — is the reason she’s blind.”

Azriel stiffened. “What did he do?”

Rhys met his eyes. “He beat her. Threw her off a balcony. I won’t give you the whole story — it’s not mine to tell. But I’m telling you now… he will pay.”

Cassian growled, wings flaring. “The bastard! Where is he? I’ll rip him apart myself.”

Rhys grinned at his brothers. He was ever grateful for their unflinching support, glad that they were willing to assist him in his quest for vengeance. But then, this was how they had always been with each other. Always first to offer unwavering support, no matter the circumstance.

“The Spring Court,” Rhys purred.

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Ayana POV

Ayana sat bolt upright on the bed. Panicking, her heart racing, it took her a few moments to recognise that she was back in her room at Rita’s. Exhaling, she collapsed onto the bed. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep last night, but she had been so comfortable and his scent… his scent was both a stimulant and a relaxant all in one.

The fact the he had brought her back here last night definitely helped her trust him more. Rhysand had kept his promise, and it meant something to her.

Reflecting back on last night, warmth filled her when she heard and felt his response about what had happened to her. There had been a lot of shame that she had been carrying over the abuse, feelings that she could have done more to stop it or make her husband happier. The High Lord’s anger on her behalf was a confirmation that what Gareth had done was wrong.

Aside from telling Tamlin all those years ago, Rhysand was first person she had told the entire story too. Other, trusted people, had been given a few details and knew that something bad had happened to her, but were unclear on exactly what.

Unsure on what today would bring, she readied herself for the day, heading downstairs to seek out Rita. Ayana hoped that Rita hadn’t been worried about her given that she hadn’t seen her last night. Stepping into the kitchen, she heard Rita bustling around as usual.

“Good morning Ayana, I hope you slept well,” Rita called as she approached. Her tone gave no indication of any concern thankfully.

Tapping her way to the counter, she rolled up her sleeves as she started helping with the bread prep again. “Morning Rita, I did sleep well, thank you. I hope your night was good as well. I’m sorry that I didn’t come to see you last night, I feel asleep.”

Rita let out a small huff, her voice airy with amusement. “Oh, child… don’t be concerned about that at all. Rhysand explained everything last night. Speaking of which, the High Lord will be back this morning as well.”

A surprised hum left her lips at the news that Rhysand would be coming back again this morning. Anticipation rushed through her at the prospect of spending more time with him and she felt a shy smile lift her lips.

Rita barked out a laugh. “I take it you are excited to see him again? How are you finding the High Lord?”

Warmth bloomed on her face as she blushed. Shuffling, she moved onto the next ball of dough. “Well, he has been very nice to me so far. He doesn’t seem to mind that I’m blind which is a surprise.” Swallowing, she continued. “I told him about Gareth…”

A gentle hand was placed onto her shoulder as Rita sighed. “That must have been difficult for you. It was very brave for you tell him what happened.”

Kneading without pause, she hummed, grateful that Rita seemed to understand she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. A gentle squeeze to her shoulder was the only response before Rita moved off into the kitchen again, and they worked in companionable silence.

“Just wanted to let you know I’ll be leaving for the Day Court tomorrow,” Ayana said after a moment. “I can still sing tonight if you need me.”

She paused, then added quietly, “Thank you… for everything you’ve done for me. I really appreciate it.”

Silence sounded through the kitchen as Rita’s movements paused. “Are you coming back?”

“I will,” Ayana replied. “Just a few performances, and then I’ll return.”

“Have you told the High Lord?” Rita asked, a note of hesitation in her voice.

Ayana shook her head. “Not yet. I’ll speak to him today.”

A hum sounded from Rita as she resumed moving about the kitchen. A few minutes later, a knock sounded from the bar’s front door. Ayana didn’t need to be told who it was — she felt it, deep in her chest.

Rhysand had arrived.

Rhysand POV

“Good morning, ladies,” Rhysand said as walked beside Rita into the pleasure hall.

Rhys had spent much of last night speaking with Azriel and Cassian to plan for his coming trip to the Spring Court, and he found himself more tired than usual today. However, that tiredness was erased the second his gaze fell upon Ayana.

Ayana looked over in his direction as he approached and he noted with satisfaction that she appeared well rested and calmer than she did yesterday. She stood at the counter in the kitchen, a ball of dough in front of her, sleeves rolled to her elbows and had flour covering much of her arms. Smiling, he noted the dusting of flour on her nose, his hand twitching with longing to wipe it off for her.

“How are you this morning, Ayana?” he asked with a low murmur as he came to stand by her side.

Her lips curved as she tilted her face up towards him and it was like the sun breaking through thick fog. A rush of warmth and calm washed over him, the kind he imagined could steady him in any storm.

“I’m fine, thank you Rhysand,” she replied softly. “I hope you are well too.”

His full name from her lips sent a pang through him. It almost felt like she was trying to keep a distance from him, remaining formal. “Very well, now that I’m here. Also, call me Rhys, please. Rhysand is too formal. I would much prefer hearing my shortened name from your lips.”

Ayana hesitated for only a moment before she smiled again. “Ok, Rhys.”

Tingles pulsed through him with her easy agreement to use his shortened name and he smiled down at her. “Thank you.”

Shrugging, she continued kneading the dough as he watched, fascinated with the ease and confidence that her hands and fingers moved. When she was finished, her hands patted, feeling around the table as she reached for another ball. Hurrying to assist her, Rhys moved one of them closer to her, his fingers brushing against hers accidentally, sending a delicious pulse of energy through his chest. Grasping the dough, she smiled and hummed a tune under her breath as she worked.

With utter fascination, he watched her while she worked, passing dough to her with Rita conspicuously absent from the kitchen. Eventually, there were no other balls to knead, so he guided her over to the sink so she could wash her hands.

Unfortunately for Ayana, she missed quite a lot of the flour still coating her arms so he quickly wet a cloth. “Can I help you?”

Her small oversight turned into his quiet delight when she simply nodded in agreement. Gently, he brought the cloth to her arms, wiping down her porcelain skin, feeling her shudder with each swipe of the cloth. This was progress, he thought. It showed that she felt a lot more comfortable with him.

Finally, he brought the cloth to her nose, rubbing the small dusting of flour there. Her head tilted up at the touch and she giggled. The sound sent a thrill rush through him and he found himself wanting to hear it all the time. Making her happy and bringing laughter from her lips was all he wanted to do.

Regretfully, he stepped back from her. They needed to talk. He needed to talk to her about her husband and his plans for going to the Spring Court. “Would you like to come to my home again today?”

“Ok. I need to be back later tonight though to sing for Rita,” Ayana replied, nodding.

“Certainly. That can be arranged, as long as I can stay and listen as well,” he purred.

Ayana laughed. “Anyone can stay and listen. I don’t control the crowd.”

“You could control me anytime,” Rhys said with a crooked grin, voice low and teasing — then cleared his throat, remembering to rein himself in and that it was still too early and soon for her.

A blush bloomed on Ayana’s cheeks, and she bit her lower lip, unaware of the effect it had on him. Smiling softly, he forced his thoughts back into check.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked, voice smooth again.

The blush was still strong on her face as she nodded. Calling out a quick goodbye to Rita, he heard her chuckle in the background before grasping Ayana’s hand and winnowing them to the townhouse.

Gently, he guided her through his home, but there was little chance of her walking into any furniture. The very first night he had met her, he had cleared the main rooms of any unnecessary furniture and ensured that there was a clear walking space all throughout the townhouse. Similar plans were in place for the House of Wind, but hadn’t had the opportunity yet.

It was with interest, that he noticed that even with him guiding her, she still used her cane to tap through the space as they walked. It appeared that she was mapping the space with her cane, trying to learn her surroundings.

Guiding her to a seat, he moved to get her a drink and then sat down beside her. Ayana appeared peaceful with her head tilted, seeming to be listening to the sounds around her.

“What do you hear?” he murmured curiously.

A soft smile lifted her lips. “Lots of things. I can hear a child laughing a few houses away. I can hear people walking in the street and I can hear how happy everyone is. It’s lovely.”

Rhys’s eyebrows shot up surprised that she could hear all of that. No matter how hard he tried, he could not hear half the things that she could hear. “That must get overwhelming, hearing all that.”

“It does,” she nodded. “But then moments like this make it worth it. It’s nice hearing that there is still good in the world.”

Her mood had turned somber for a few moments before she brightened and turned towards him. “So, what did you wish to do today?”

Squaring his shoulders, he prepared for the difficult discussion he was about to have with her. “I needed to speak with you about your husband.”

“Oh,” came her hesitant reply. “What did you want to know about him?”

“Not a thing. It’s more that I wanted to speak about what you wanted to do about him,” Rhys replied.

A frown settled onto her brows. “He’s imprisoned in the Spring Court. I don’t want to do anything with him. He’s out of my life now as far as I’m concerned.”

Shuffling with agitation, Rhys sighed. “I know, but I’m still furious about what he did to you. It’s taken every ounce of self-control I have to not already have ripped him apart.”

“You were serious…” she gulped. “Serious about killing him…”

“Deadly serious,” he said, voice low and cold. “No one hurts my mate and lives.”

Fingers twitched as she shifted uncomfortably. “I’m not your mate. I haven’t accepted the bond.”

Those words sent devastation crashing through him, his whole body tensing before his shoulders fell. “Yes, I know. I would love nothing more than for you to accept the bond, but I’ll honour your decision if you choose not too…”

“I haven’t decided yet. I need more time to think. This will be a big adjustment. For the both of us,” she said quietly. “Speaking of time, I need to leave tomorrow to start heading towards the Day Court. I think that will be a good break for us to consider this and consider what the bond will mean.”

Panic raced through him as he felt like his heart had stopped. She was leaving. Leaving him. So distraught over the news of her leaving, he all but missed the part where she said it would be a good break for them.

“Are you coming back?!” he asked with panic.

“Yes, of course. I’ll only be doing a few performances there and then I’ll be heading back. Most likely I’ll be back here within two weeks,” she replied easily.

A sigh of relief escaped him at the news that she planned to come back. But the relief was short-lived as he frowned, wondering how she was going to get there. Surely she wouldn’t be walking?

“I remember you mentioning that you l could barely winnow… so how are you getting to the Day Court? You aren’t planning on walking are you?” he asked.

Ayana let out a small laugh. “Oh no, I won’t be walking this one. Velaris is hard to get in and out of, so I have to winnow, but it exhausts me greatly. I’ll have to sleep a full day when I get there.”

“Ah,” Rhys responded. “Have you ever been shown how to winnow properly? It sounds like you are putting too much power into it.”

With a thoughtful expression, Ayana tilted her head. “No, actually I haven’t. I didn’t know that there was a different way to do it.”

Humming, Rhys nodded at her. “Yes, there are many different ways to winnow correctly. It’s all about tailoring it to the person. I’ll show you when you get back if you’d like.”

He hoped, at the very least, she would return for that. More than that, he wanted to help her however he could. Anything that made her life easier was a priority.

An eager smile lit up her face then as she nodded, her eyes bright with excitement. “Yes, please. That would be fantastic.”

“Would you consider staying here with me for another day? I’ll personally take you to the Day Court,” Rhys asked, hopeful to secure another agreement from her.

Eyes narrowing, she considered his request. “Ok… but I have a request of my own then.”

Inclining his head, he hummed to prompt Ayana to make her request.

“While I’m away, I would like for you to think — really think — and consider what our mating would mean. What it’s going to change for you. If you still wish to accept me after that, I will gladly accept the bond. But, if this is going to be much for you to take on, I will completely understand…”

Rhys interjected. “Ayana, I’m not going to change my mind…”

Holding up her hands, she prompted him to silence. “Please. Please just promise me you will think about it.”

Considering her request and his options in that moment, he couldn’t think of any way but to accept. It still bit at him greatly that she didn’t see herself as the treasure she was, but with time, he was determined to change that.

Releasing a weary sigh, he nodded. “I will do as you’ve asked. I will think about how our lives will change if you accept the bond. However, do not expect my decision to change. You are who I want and so long as you’ll have me, I’m not going anywhere.”

A shy smile lit up the corners of her mouth then. Deciding then that he would change the subject to lighter matters, he rose, holding his hand out for her. “Would you like to go for a walk around the city with me?”

Sensing the hand that was in front of her, she moved to grasp his hand lightly. “Yes, I would love that.”

With Ayana safely by his side, they stepped out to explore the city together.

Ayana POV

The time she spent with Rhys was magical. He was a perfect gentleman the whole day, guiding her with sure steps and motions through the city. Ayana never felt safer than she did by his side.

Together, they explored one of the Palaces — the Palace of Thread and Jewels. While she could not see the splendour around her, she could feel and hear it. The merchants were more than accommodating — especially with their High Lord present — and allowed her to run her hands over the various jewels, stones and yards of fabric. Textures, unlike she had felt before, were present beneath her fingertips, and more than once she found herself gasping with awe.

Calls and shouts from the merchants rang out all around her, all of them seeming to be calling for her to come and see their wares. Smiling in what she hoped was the correct direction of a particularly persistent call, she unfortunately had no way of knowing if it was seen. Very quickly she felt herself becoming overwhelmed with the various assaults on her senses. Ever watchful, Rhys noticed this and led her away with a gentle hand.

Eventually, the time came for her to return to Rita’s for the evening, so Rhys winnowed them into her room above the pleasure hall. Sighing, she moved to her bed, needing to sit in peace and quiet for a few moments before meeting the raucous sounds below in the hall.

Rhys seemed to recognise this and simply stood patiently while she collected herself. Ayana appreciated more than words could say that he seemed to understand her and give her what she needed, when she needed it.

Feeling calm settle over her, she stepped from the bed over to where she kept her lute, fingers locating the familiar instrument quickly. It only took her a few moments to quickly check the tuning before she was ready to head downstairs.

Moving to the door, Rhys was there beside her, opening the door, before guiding her downstairs into the din of the patrons. Cheers sounded out around her as she moved through the crowd with Rhys still by her side, only stepping away once she was safely on the stage. She didn’t feel abandoned or isolated there though, Rhys’s heavy presence was still close by which she took comfort from.

Gently plucking the strings of her lute, she moved into the opening lines of her first song.

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“When the stars forget to shimmer, and the wind forgets to roam,

I carry all the echoes of a place I once called home.

My voice, a thread of silver, weaves through shadow, loss, and flame,

A song for all the moments that have passed without a name.”

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Silence ran out through the tavern as more of the crowd stopped to listen. Ayana didn’t focus on this though. Instead she focused on how the music made her feel and the sensation of her breaths filling her lungs and the feel of the wood and strings under her fingers.

Music made sense to her. The sounds and feel of it in the air, the vibrations she could feel in the instrument. It was alive, but lacked the noise and chaos of the real world. Music was her happy place, but steadily she began to consider the possibility of something else becoming her happy place. Someone else becoming her happy place.

It was both terrifying and beautiful to imagine as she moved to the ending chorus of her song.

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“But still I sing for morning, though the night clings to my skin,

A whisper for the weary hearts that long to heal within.

If love is just a melody that drifts and fades away,

Let mine remain in memory — a song that chose to stay.”

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The last notes of her song still hung in the air as applause rang out around her. Quickly, she took a small bow, before moving into her second song. This song a much more lively tune for the evening. Generally, she preferred more upbeat songs, shying away from the more sorrow-filled ones, but there was something to be said for a mournful ballad. Sometimes, the most beautiful things could be found in the saddest of things.

Once she completed her set, she stood from her chair, bowing once again to the audience as she held out her hand, knowing Rhys would be there to assist her off the stage. Cheers and applause still rang out for her from the crowds, some of the patrons braving the tense High Lord beside her to give her a few coins.

They moved through the crowd together, coming to stand by the bar as Rita stepped closer. “Brilliant, child. Just brilliant! As always.”

“Yes, she is rather incredible,” Rhys said beside her.

His words sent a warm thrill rush through her as she murmured a quiet thank you.

“I’m very sorry Ayana, but I need to leave for the night. Will you be alright?” Rhys asked.

Guilt sank into her stomach then. She had been occupying a lot of his time and he was a High Lord after all. He had duties far more important than her. Duties that he had been neglecting while he spent time with her. “Yes, of course. I’ll be fine. I’m sorry that I have taken up a lot of your time. I know you are busy.”

“Never be sorry that I have spent time with you. I’m not. I have enjoyed every moment we’ve spent together,” he replied.

Affection radiated through her as she smiled warmly at him. “I’ve enjoyed our time together as well.”

Rhys gripped her hand, bringing it up to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss to the skin on the back of her hand. She could feel his breath lingering as she shivered, the contact sending a bolt of desire pulsing through her. It had been so long since she felt desire for anyone that the sensation had all but been forgotten.

The High Lord chuckled lowly, his keen senses obviously picking up on this. “I will return around lunch time tomorrow. I would like to introduce you to my family and Inner Circle, if that’s ok with you.”

Still feeling slightly flustered, Ayana could only nod breathlessly. Laughing again, she felt him move closer as he leaned in, pressing a light kiss onto her cheek, close to her ear. This close to him, his scent was overwhelming, and she felt her eyes drift close with the desire to drown in it. Rhys seemed to have a similar thought, as he remained for a few seconds longer, his nose running along her hairline as he inhaled deeply.

Clenching her hands to keep them by her side, she remembered that they weren’t alone right now and were in full visibility of the crowd. Ayana had no idea who might be watching them right now, and it was this thought that had the noise of the crowd rushing back into her ears and sent her stiffening away from the High Lord.

Clearing his throat, Rhys leaned back from her, taking a few steps back. “I will see you tomorrow. Have a good night, Ayana.”

He was gone before she could wish him a good night too.

Rita, who had stepped away to give the pair a semblance of privacy, moved back to her side and guided her up the stairs to her room. Moving to her bed, she flopped down onto the mattress, she tried to absorb what just happened.

Desire and lust we’re feelings she hadn’t felt in such a long time. Not since the early days with her husband, when she had thought them to be in love and happy. Now, she felt those same feelings again with Rhys. Given he was her fated mate, she knew that it was to be expected, but she never thought it would be like this.

It was electric. All consuming. Undeniable.

She wanted him. Wanted him with a fierce longing that surprised her in its intensity. She could only hope that he would want her too. If he decided that he still wanted her when she returned from the Day Court, she was going to give him all of her. No more holding back. It was time that the ghost of her husband and her past was put to rest.

Her future was in front of her.

Rhysand POV

Rhys had winnowed directly from the pleasure hall to the townhouse. He appeared in his bedroom, already pacing and gripping his hair in his hands. The townhouse was silent in that moment, but his thoughts were anything but. They pounded against his skull like the beating of a drum.

Stepping away from Ayana in that moment was the ultimate test of his self-control and patience. He could feel her desire for him — could smell it. That scent called to him like the most addicting drug. It was a scent he wanted surrounding him for the rest of eternity.

Still, he restrained himself and stepped back from her. It was not the time, and he could tell that she still wasn’t truly ready to take that step with him. There were still many things to talk about between the two of them, and he had promised her that he would consider their mating. As much as he knew that he wouldn’t change his mind — especially not now — he would honour her request.

The simple fact that she had wanted him as much as he wanted her sent elation coursing through him. He never thought that they would have progressed to that point so fast — especially given her past.

Her scent still lingered around him, clinging to his clothing, hooked into his memory like talons. He knew that he would be sleeping with his jacket in his arms that night. It would be the closest he would get to having her in his arms.

For now, that would be enough. It had to be.

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Rhysand POV

Rhys spent much of his morning working with Cassian and Azriel to ensure that the House of Wind was cleared of any trip hazards for Ayana. Between the three of them, they also spent time trying to explain to the House that Ayana was blind, and that yesterdays incident with Cassian falling out of a door couldn’t happen with her. The House seemed to give a vague sense of agreement, but it would still need to be something Rhys was mindful of.

In between that, he had been working through the backlog of paperwork that required his attention. There was assistance requests, letters to reply to, trade permits and training reports to review. An almost overwhelming amount of paperwork, but unfortunately, it was all part of his role, so he took the work in stride.

Having spent a lot of time with Ayana, unfortunately a lot of his duties had fallen behind — his Inner Circle only able to help him so much. At the end of the day, he was the High Lord, and these responsibilities fell on his shoulders. It was at times a heavy burden, but not one he would ever regret. Only he had the power to best protect his people and those that mattered to him.

Still, he couldn’t find it in him to regret the time he had spent with Ayana. She was special to him in a way that he couldn’t have ever begun to fathom. This was even without completed bond between them. He couldn’t imagine what it would feel like if they did complete the bond. It was a feeling he was more than ready for, and found himself excited for if this ever eventuated.

Finishing with the last report, he finally stood from his desk, stretching the weary muscles in his back as he dragged a tired hand over his face. Hearing a knock on the door, Rhys stepped over to answer it finding Azriel standing on the other side.

The shadowsinger stepped into the room with a look of concern on his solemn face. Rhys was glad that Azriel had been able to come by when he asked as he knew that Az would have the best advice for him in this moment.

“Thank you for coming,” he said, as Azriel moved, leaning against the wall beside his desk.

Azriel simply nodded in reply as he awaited Rhys to speak.

“I wanted to speak with you about two things,” Rhys said as he leaned against the edge of his desk. “The first being that I am taking Ayana to the Day Court tomorrow morning, and I need you to follow without letting her know that you are there.”

To his credit, Az didn’t ask any questions and merely nodded his head in agreement. He knew that the shadowsinger was aware of why he was asking him to follow her. It wasn’t to intrude on her privacy or to smother her — it was to protect her. Azriel was the best equipped of the group to follow her and remain unseen, sticking to the shadows. Azriel would also protect her with his life, and was very aware of the seriousness of the request.

“As to the second thing… I wanted to ask your opinion — your honest opinion — about Ayana. She has concerns about completing the bond with me and becoming Lady of the Court,” Rhys said, quickly filling Az in on the list of Ayana’s concerns.

Understanding lit Azriel’s eyes then as he considered Rhys’s question. It was one of Azriel’s best qualities — he always spoke the truth, giving thoughtful consideration to everything he said, before speaking those thoughts. It was the reason Rhys chose Azriel over Cassian to speak with first about Ayana’s request. Cassian had many fine qualities, but patient, quiet reflection was not one of them.

Azriel leaned back further against the wall, deep in thought, his silence stretching just long enough to make Rhys restless. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice calm and steady.

“She’s right to hesitate.”

Rhys’s brows rose slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.

“Her concerns are valid. Both of your lives will require change and sacrifices. She will need to decide if she’s willing to give up her life as a bard to be with you. You will also need to consider her disability and the daily adjustments that she will need. She will need someone trusted to read her letters to her and write down her responses. She’ll need constant protection,” Azriel said, his voice measured.

Quickly, he considered those points and realised, with a sharp pang and feelings of guilt, that he had never asked her if being a bard was what she wanted to do. He had no idea if she even wanted to continue with it or not. He knew that she enjoyed singing and music, but he didn’t know if her current occupation was one of necessity or desire. That would have to be something he found out from Ayana.

The other points also held merit as well but were easily fixed. He would simply ensure that her guardian — when he couldn’t be present — could deliver on all of those requirements. The guardian would be both her secretary and guide. Azriel was very obviously the solution to that particular problem, but he would consider that later.

Azriel continued speaking when Rhys looked back up at him. “Another thing you will need to consider is how she is going to be your equal. You were born into this role — this position of power. She was not. How will she fit into your world, and you into hers?”

“I would help her fit into any role she wanted to take in the Court,” Rhys said lowly, his thoughts a jumble of unanswered questions.

Az’s hazel eyes met his, understanding and even. “And I don’t doubt that. But you do need to consider if that’s what she wants. Becoming your mate, the Lady of this Court… that’s more than just love and choosing you. It’s also choosing a life of politics, legacy, pressure and commitments.”

The High Lord’s shoulders fell. Az was right. It was too much. Too much to ask someone not born into this world to take on. Looking away then, he felt the weight of that truth pressing between them.

Azriel stepped to Rhys’s side, placing a comforting hand onto his shoulder as his voice softened. “I’m not saying this to be cruel, Rhys. And I’m sure as hell not trying to turn you away from her. I’m telling you because it matters — because you need to think it through. You're not just stepping into her life. She’s stepping into yours as well.”

With that, Az gave his shoulder a firm squeeze before stepping out of the room, leaving Rhys lost to his thoughts. Rhys appreciated Azriel’s thoughts and opinions on the matter greatly, but he couldn’t help feeling despair at the truth in his words. It would be difficult joining their worlds and lives together, but it was a challenge he was more than ready for. The problem was, he didn’t know if Ayana was.

Ayana POV

Ayana had hurt herself again. Being blind, injuries were common but usually minor. This time, it didn’t feel minor as she limped along the path back towards Rita’s, her ankle throbbing with each step.

Unfortunately, she was now running late for when Rhys said that he would be there to pick her up. Hating being late and hopeful that she hadn’t worried him or Rita, she tried hurrying her steps, but her ankle was sending shooting pain up her leg which slowed her progress.

All she had wanted to do was take a quick walk before Rhys arrived. But instead, she had missed a kerb and fallen, twisting her ankle in the process. The merchants around her were quick to offer their assistance in helping her back up and she hurried away, stammering her thanks as her face flamed with embarrassment.

It was just another accident, but still enough to impact her confidence. Could she not simply walk around a market square without hurting herself?

Suddenly, she felt Rhys’s eyes on her as she turned in his direction.

“There you are. I’ve been looking for you,” he purred before pausing, his tone turning to one of concern. “Are you ok?”

Imaging she must look a sight, she grimaced. “I think so. I think I’ve twisted my ankle.”

Instantly, he was by her side and she could feel his worry. “What happened?!”

“I missed a kerb and fell. My ankle hurts,” she replied, shifting uncomfortably on her uninjured leg.

“Can I please help you? I would like to take you to our healer to get that looked at, if that’s ok,” Rhys asked.

Ordinarily, Ayana wouldn’t have worried about seeking out a healer, trusting that the injury would heal in time. But her ankle really did hurt, so she nodded gratefully towards him.

Rhys’s arms were around her then as he lifted her, the relief on her injured limb was instant as he winnowed them. Instantly, they arrived into another room and Ayana could hear low murmurs and footsteps moving around the room, the smell of antiseptic strong in her nose. This must be the healing rooms, she realised.

Gently, Rhys settled her onto a bed, helping her move her injured leg so it was elevated. Ayana tried to hold back her her wince of pain at the movement, but it very likely still showed on her face.

“Lord Rhysand,” a woman said, swiftly approaching. “What brings you here?”

“Ayana has hurt her ankle. I would be grateful if you would please have a look to see what you could do,” he replied lowly.

Cold fingers touched her ankle then and she jerked away from the contact.

“Very sorry, My Lady. Cold hands. My name is Madja,” the healer said clinically. “Why don’t you tell me what’s happened while I have a look?”

Rhys’s fingers found hers, giving her hand an encouraging squeeze as she told the healer about her fall while the woman felt around her swollen ankle. A strange tingling seemed to follow her light touches, the pain improving with each brush of her fingers.

Eventually, there was no more pain in the joint and it was with gentle astonishment, Ayana stretched her foot out, rotating it with no discomfort. “That’s incredible. It doesn’t hurt anymore. Thank you so much.”

Madja chuckled warmly. “You are very welcome, dear. It was lovely to meet you.”

Once the healer had hurried away, continuing on with her duties, Ayana was left with Rhys who was still holding her hand.

“I’m really sorry that I’ve held up our plans. I know you wanted me to meet your family today and I hope that they won’t judge me too harshly for being late,” she said quietly, voice heavy with guilt.

“Of course they won’t. Cassian is always late so we will likely still get there before him. Think nothing of it,” Rhys assured her.

Glad that her accident wasn’t going to cause any issues, she grasped her cane and Rhys’s hand as he winnowed them again, this time arriving at the townhouse. Having been to the townhouse often enough, it was instantly recognisable to her from the sounds, smells and very feel of the house. It was almost a shame that they wouldn’t be spending their day here.

Rhys approached her then, silent, as though he was weighing up how to tell her something difficult. It hadn’t escaped her notice that Rhys seemed more tense than usual, but he hadn’t mentioned anything to her as of yet. Shrugging this feeling off, she decided she would wait for him to mention it. Likely, her sense had been off, and there may be nothing wrong at all. It also could simply be something related to his position as well and have nothing to do with her.

“The House of Wind is warded… meaning we cannot winnow there. If you are agreeable, I will carry you and fly us there,” Rhys said, a hint of trepidation in his voice.

Ayana froze.

The word ‘fly’ sent a chill shuddering down her spine. Her chest tightened, throat going dry and she worried that she might be sick right there. But she wasn’t falling, not now, however her mind couldn’t recognise the difference. Her body remembered too well. The utterly consuming fear. That dreaded rush of air. Then nothing.

“I…” Her voice shook. “I don’t think I can do that.”

She took a slow step back. Then another. Panic clawed up her throat, her hands shaking as she gripped her cane. Falling. Screaming. Darkness.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed, trying and failing to stop the tremble in her limbs. “I just… I can’t.”

“Ayana,” Rhys said softly, not moving toward her, not reaching. Just speaking. His voice wrapped around her like a balm — calm, steady, grounding. “You are safe. I won’t take you anywhere you don’t want to go. Just breathe.”

Her chest heaved. In. Out. In. Out.

She focused on his voice and his presence. Warm and solid. A tether for her spiralling emotions. Slowly, the spinning slowed. Her heart began to find a rhythm again.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “It’s not you. I just… I remember falling.”

“I know,” he said gently. “And I can promise you that I will never let that happen to you again.”

A moment passed as she then asked, her voice small, “Would you… talk to me the whole way? So I know you’re there?”

Rhys slowly stepped closer, his steps loud, as if giving her time to stop him. When she didn’t, he reached for her hand, pressing it to his chest where his heart beat strong and steady.

“Every second,” he promised. “And you can hold onto me as tightly as you need. You will be safe with me. I swear it.”

She nodded, still trembling, but willing.

For him, she was willing to try.

“Are you ok to go now?” Rhys asked quietly.

Inhaling deeply, she nodded her head as she stepped closer to him, feeling his arms wrap around her. They stood like that for a few moments, secure in each others embrace before Rhys moved back, leading her out to the balcony.

Rhys lifted her into his arms, cradling her to his chest as she heard a light whooshing sound, feeling shadows covering her. She felt hard joints arching out from his back that bumped against the arms she had wound around his neck.

Ayana was aware of his Illyrian heritage, but had never seen Illyrian wings before. Her fingers itched to reach out and touch them, to understand the feel of them, but she restrained herself, not knowing if he would be comfortable with that.

Clenching her hands, she moved her fingers away from the temptation as he lifted them into the air. Gasping from the unexpected motion, she thrust her face into his neck and clutched at him tighter.

“I have you. I won’t let you go,” he breathed against her hair.

The flight ended up not being too long but Ayana felt like it had taken hours. Rhys spoke to her the entire way. Nothing specific was said as she couldn’t have kept up a conversation. Instead he just whispered to her about the things he liked from each of the places she had visited. It was sweet and made her feel warm that he had remembered so much of what she had told him.

It made her even more certain of her decision to accept him if he still wanted her.

Rhysand POV

Finally they reached the House of Wind and Rhys eased down onto the balcony, ensuring that his landing was as gentle as possible. Ayana had calmed halfway through the flight, seeming more comfortable, but she still trembled in his arms as he lowered her feet to the floor. Keeping his arm secured around her, he waited for her to settle before leading her into the House.

Deciding to give her some time to calm before meeting the others, he figured a tour of the House would be best. Ayana walked by his side, her cane tapping in front of her, as Rhys explained the House’s various peculiarities.

“There is a library in the lower levels which I would love to take you to visit. The House is also alive in a sense, and the rooms will sometimes move. You can never know what to expect from one day to the next. Also, you can ask the House for anything, and it’s usually provided unless it’s feeling playful. And then there are the pranks…” Rhys said.

Her eyebrows raised with surprise at that. “Oh? What sort of pranks?”

Rhys started chuckling then. “Just yesterday, the house made all of the doorways open up to open air. Cassian stepped through his bedroom door without looking and had to fly back up.”

A shiver seemed to run through her and he knew exactly where her thoughts had gone.“We’ve spoken with the House and it seems to understand that you are not to be pranked.”

Still appearing wary, she shocked him, speaking directly to the House. “Hello, my name is Ayana. I’m very glad to be here and meet you. If it’s alright, I would very much appreciate not falling out of the House.”

Very few people actually thought to speak to the House as a sentient being. Rhys found himself curious about how this would be received.

Startled, Ayana barked out a laugh as the House moved, seeming to almost jiggle with a laugh of sorts. It was as much of an agreement that he had seen the House give, so he figured that the House understood. Ayana shrugged, obviously not understanding the reaction as they continued moving through the House.

Nervously, he wondered if she would have difficulty or feel comfortable visiting or staying at the House. It would be a constant struggle for her to navigate with the ever-changing rooms.

After some time, they finally reached the living room. His Inner Circle were gathered about the room, quietly talking between themselves as they waited. Cassian and Nesta had not yet arrived he noticed with an inaudible sigh. Silence sounded in the room once the group noticed them.

“Everyone, this is Ayana,” Rhys announced and she blushed when the groups gaze moved to her. Rhys did not introduce her as his mate, knowing this made her uncomfortable. “Ayana, this is my Inner Court and their mates — my family.”

He guided Ayana forward, his hand warm and steady against the small of her back. She held her cane in one hand, her other curled around his arm, and he could feel the tension in her frame.

Keeping his voice low, he introduced each of them, one by one.

“This is Amren, my second in command” he said first, gesturing to the small, silver-eyed female. “She’s ancient, terrifying, and somehow still one of our most beloved.”

Ayana tilted her head slightly, and Amren gave a soft snort. “Nice to meet you,” she said dryly, her tone lacking its usual bite.

“And beside her is Varian, Prince of Adriata and her mate — one of the few who can keep up with her.”

Varian offered a quiet hello, his voice gentle and polite.

“Mor is over here,” Rhys continued. “My third and also my cousin. She is a constant thorn in my side.”

“Please — you know you love me,” Mor cut in warmly, stepping forward. “It’s lovely to meet you, Ayana.”

Ayana murmured a soft thank you, her grip on Rhys’s arm tightening just slightly.

“And this is Emerie, one of our famous Valkyries,” Rhys said. “She’s also Mor’s mate, meaning she’s had to develop a great deal of patience.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Emerie said with a wry smile. “Welcome, Ayana.”

Ayana gave a soft laugh, the first hint of her easing tension.

“And here,” Rhys said with a softer note in his voice, “are Azriel, my loyal shadowsinger and Spy Master along with his mate, Gwyn, another excellent Valkyrie.”

Azriel stepped forward from the shadows that he always seemed to emerge from, quiet and steady. “It’s good to meet you, Ayana,” he said, voice low and sincere. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

Then Gwyn, radiant and bright beside him, smiled warmly. “We’re so glad you’re here. You have an amazing voice as well.”

Ayana’s smile returned, shy but genuine as she murmured a quiet thank you.

“And lastly —” Rhys turned as a pair of footsteps echoed down the hall. “Here come the late arrivals.”

Cassian bounded in first, all wings and energy. “We’re not that late,” he declared, then caught sight of Ayana and sobered slightly. “You must be Ayana.”

Rhys watched as Cassian approached with his usual amount of energy.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said, voice low and sincere. “Rhys never shuts up about you.”

Ayana gave a startled smile at that.

“And this is Nesta, Cassian’s mate,” Rhys said, nodding to where she stood just behind Cassian.

Nesta’s expression was unreadable — assessing, but not cold. She offered a small nod. “Hello, Ayana.”

“Hello,” Ayana replied softly.

Rhys squeezed her arm, proud of her for facing all of this — the flight, the anxiety, the room full of strangers. He leaned in slightly, murmuring just for her, “You’re doing perfectly.”

Ayana smiled up at him as he guided her over to a seat at the dining table. As they had been late, dinner was now ready at the table. Together, the group settled at the table around him.

Mor, Emerie, Gwyn and Cassian provided much of the conversation as usual. Rhys was happy to see that they included Ayana in the discussions and eventually, she was talking and laughing with them with ease. Sitting back with content, he had a small smile on his face as he watched and listened to the revelry around him.

Briefly during the dinner, Azriel met Rhys’s eyes, giving him a short nod. Rhys knew what this nod meant. It meant what Rhys had already realised — this could work with Ayana. His Inner Circle seemed to accept her easily and she was chatting with them all like she had known them for years. Ayana would easily fit into his world, with some minor adjustments and accommodations. But that all seemed too easy right now.

Ayana POV

As Ayana lay in her bed back at Rita’s, she reflected on the wonderful evening she had spent with Rhys and his family. It seemed that each day she spent with Rhys shaped up to be the best day of her life. Each day seemed to get better and she steadily found herself falling for him. It was so easy to allow the feeling and the memory of her husband grew more distant each day.

Meeting Rhys’s family was a huge moment for her. She wanted to make a good impression, wanting to fit in with them and ensure Rhys saw that she could be a part of that small part of his world. Everything else was harder, but she felt that at least she had succeeded with this small facet.

Even though she couldn’t see their expressions to judge reception, she still felt that she had gotten along with everyone at the dinner. The conversation and interactions seemed authentic, and she especially loved Cassian and Mor. They were the most welcoming and friendly of the group and had her shaking with laughter numerous times.

The quietest members of the group — Azriel, Amren and Nesta — were polite in their conversations with her, but not very talkative. She hadn’t gotten the chance to get to know them very well, but figured she would have time to do so. Azriel especially was very intriguing to her. Whenever he spoke, it was always with quiet certainty, his words very insightful. She definitely wanted to get to know him better, thinking that they could become close friends.

At the end of the night, Rhys flew them both down to the townhouse. This time, she tolerated the flight much better and only had one moment of panic which Rhys easily managed.

Once they were back in the townhouse, she found herself not wanting to leave his presence and didn’t want for the night to end. But like everything, it did have to come to an end eventually.

Rhys winnowed them back to her room at Rita’s, lingering by her side, seeming hesitant to leave her as well.

“I almost wish that I wasn’t leaving tomorrow,” she whispered.

“I don’t want you to go either. But I understand that this is important to you,” he murmured.

Ayana hummed. “Do you promise that you will still think about everything? Also, I know you will be visiting the Spring Court while I’m gone. Please don’t kill anyone until I’m back and we have had a chance to talk. I don’t want that on my conscience.”

“Fine. For you, l will not kill anyone. Yet,” Rhys huffed, obviously not happy with her request. “And yes, I promised you that I would think about everything. I am a man of my word.”

Feeling the smile lift her lips, she turned her face up to him. “I’m glad. I’ll be looking forward to our conversation when I get back.”

Rhys stepped closer to her.

“As will I,” he breathed.

His hand then cupped her face gently as he lifted her face upwards. She could feel him getting closer to her, knowing what he intended, so she closed her eyes, stretching up towards him.

Rhys’s lips met hers in a soft, tentative kiss and it felt like electricity bolted through her. That single, delicate kiss felt like it was both her first kiss and her last kiss. Desire coursed through her as she chased his receding lips, feeling his surprise as she kissed him with fervent passion.

Gripping her to him, Rhys deepened the kiss, running his tongue along her lips, begging entry which she eagerly granted. Opening her lips to him, she felt his tongue dart into her mouth, licking across her tongue in a dance of burning hunger.

This was their first kiss, and Mother Above, what a kiss. No one, not even her husband had kissed her like it. It felt like Rhys wanted to consume her. It felt like he wished to brand her in all the best ways as his hands travelled over her neck, and down her back and sides.

Her own hands wandered his form, moving across his back as she felt the coiled muscle there. His body was lean, but still muscular.

Breaking off the kiss, Rhys leaned his forehead onto hers, their breaths mingling in the aftermath of their passionate kiss.

“I will see you in the morning, Ayana darling,” Rhys said softly, leaning down and kissing her briefly.

With that, he winnowed, leaving her for the night. Instantly, she missed him and wished that he was still here with her. Ayana found herself regretting that she was leaving in the morning, but she had made the promise to sing at the Day Court, and keeping promises was something she prided herself on.

So she would go and sing there, but she would be counting the days until she returned.