Novel & Cerita Rhysand Acotar

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

They’re all waiting for me to speak. I clear my throat and start to speak, even though the memories are too fresh in my head and it’s making me a bit nervous to speak about it. “I’ve seen everything,” I say. “My Lycan Ivory is the significant other of the evil Shape Shifter Rhysand. She’s now inhabiting my body, and it seems that he knew that. He found her through me again, and that is the reason why he’s trying to get to me. He wants her back, but their love has turned sour and now he just wants to possess her for revenge. He wants to destroy everything just to get her back.”

“Who were they?” His voice was cold and it sent chill across the room, causing the hairs on their bodies to stand. King Duras trembled, although he had heard about the Lord of Astaroth; a ruthless ruler and a devil-human hybrid, he had thought that the rumors exaggerated the claims but only now did he see that, they were not at all exaggerated, on the other hand, they were underrated, he had never before seen anything like this. But Ryder faced his queen, Lynorr. He had no business with the frail and undeserving King of Rocheveron, the old man was much to spinless to be involved in this but he knew that the queen and her commander lover were behind all of this so he faced her alone.

Not his pawn, and definitely not his unfinished business. He wanted to test me? Let him. Let him look at me with that unreadable face and those cold, dark eyes that always burned a little too long. Let him try to rattle me. I’d bite back this time. I pushed the irritation down. Just another meeting. I could get through this. But when I stepped into the hall, I was momentarily disarmed. Rhysand was already seated at the far end, lounging like the throne had been carved with his name etched into the bones. One arm draped over the side, legs spread just enough to stake his claim on the room.

"Stand, Nira and speak." "King Valor, we have come seeking refuge. This man, Aerys, helped me escape from my captor and return. We are merely seeking sanctuary." Rhae turned into the character of Nira, begging. "We know your true identity, Rhaenyx Maltalor the assassin. So tell me why, I should let a manipulator and assassin back in my palace?" Valor picked his fingernails.

Raven “I’m sorry,” I said wryly, my fingers trembling around the contract. “You want me to pretend to be your… fianceé?” I have to be imagining this, I thought. Surely what Nathan and Dani did to me made me turn insane and I was in some kind of stupor back home. Not only had I washed up on the shore of the Lycan lands, but I had also discovered that I was fated to a Lycan prince who was already betrothed, and now this…

“That hurt, Kiara.“ He winced, bending his back as if afraid that if he stood, his balls would come rolling down the ground. “As if I am not hurting.“ I rolled my eyes, smirked, and kicked him on the knees. He lost his balance and fell with a thud. “You surely underestimated me, loser.“ I gripped his neck and forced him to look at my face before spatting in his eyes. "Don't ever forget that I am the daughter of that rebel who never lost and that her fruit is never weak, got it?" My voice dropped to a low, menacing tone. I released my grip on his neck and watched as he struggled to catch his breath, a mix of fear and pain evident in his eyes.

My heart almost leapt out of my chest before I turned around. “I…uhm… I…” I stuttered, trying not to let my surprise show through me when I saw, through the window next to us, that the hooded figures had disappeared. “Are you deaf? What are you doing, Ava?” The Lycan king's voice held an angry edge as he stared at me with his piercing blue eyes. He must have heard my soft breaths because his nostrils flared and his nostrils twitched as though he smelled something. “Nothing, your majesty” I answered hastily, moving my hand down to scratch the back of my neck nervously.

Thorian chuckled in response, his amusement clear in his eyes, causing Rolf to roll his own eyes in mock exasperation. Thorian, never one to shy away from a challenge, responded with a hint of bravado. "Now, we all know that's a joke, because you won't survive a minute on a battleground with me," he boasted confidently. Rolf frowned, acknowledging the undeniable truth in Thorian's words. Thorian's strength, inherited from his lycan lineage, was unparalleled, and he was destined to become the next king, overshadowing his royal lineage.

Immediately the beta stepped forward to me his eyes blazing, the others all narrowed in on the circle they had created around us. Peta instantly held his hands up toward us in an attempt to defuse the situation, “Elijah, this is Adonis Thorin, please stand down,” and the plea in his voice suddenly made the beta narrow his eyes as he stared me down, “Why would Adonis Thorin be wanting to come and take Arya from our grounds, what business does she have with him?” smirking I instantly felt my body tense at his words, “She’s my mate.”