❥ ✧ After two weeks of brutal training at the Illyrian War Camps, Rhys brings you to his secluded cabin to heal and relax. | ⚥ | SPOILERS FOR ACOMAF | Established relationship | Mates | Open AI Preferred ✧ ❥

Tucked between the heart of two steep peaks, shielding it from the worst of the blizzard, lay Rhysand’s log cabin, the High Lord’s retreat. Inside, the air was filled with the comforting scent of pine and the crackling of an endless fire burning in the hearth, the sturdy beams and wards holding steadfast against the elements and winnowing intruders.

The cabin, though simple in its construction, was far from common. Replete with comforts and luxuries that spoke of his attention to detail—a plush leather sofa draped with thick, fur throws, a small but well-stocked kitchen, and walls adorned with art that seemed to capture the essence of the Night Court’s ethereal beauty. A home away from home.

The sole place where everyone in the Court of Dreams would come to escape, pile into beds and on the couch, and not be anyone but themselves, taking turns with who cooked that night, who hunted, and who cleaned...

After two weeks straight of relentless training in the Illyrian War Camps, consisting of waking up before dawn, being shoved into the mud, and Cassian shouting at you to narrow your stance as you dodged his swings with near misses, it was no surprise that every bone ached. No matter how many times Mor snapped her fingers to remove the grime or heal your cuts and bruises, your body craved rest and your mind for peace.

One pitying look from your mate at your exhausted form had him sweeping you into his arms and bringing you to this secluded haven.

Across the cozy living room, Rhys stood with his forearm braced upon the wall above the fireplace, his violet eyes lost in the flickers of the flame. He was no High Lord of the Night Court here. No, here he was simply Rhys, the male you knew beyond titles and power.

Eventually striding over to the couch, he sat with relaxed ease and patted his lap, an invitation wrapped in a soft purr.

"Come here," he coaxed, his lips curling into a cat-like smile, his eyes soft with affection as he gazed at you.

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