Rhysand Romane & Geschichten

"Not destruction." "I believe him," Seren said. "Both things can be true. He wants accountability and he wants the throne, and he's intelligent enough to understand that destroying Caspian to get the throne produces neither." She paused. "What he hasn't fully accounted for is that Aldara's version of accountability and his version are not the same thing." "She wants the throne for him." "She wants the throne for the bloodline's stability as she defines it," Seren said. "Lysander is her instrument for that. Whether he understands the degree to which he's being used rather than supported is something I've been trying to determine for four years."

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.

The one with the eyes that went red when he looked at me. “What—what happened?” I stammer, my hands trembling as I push myself back. “Where’s Betty? Who…who are you? Did…did you touch me?” He scoffs, like my panic amuses him. “Tempting,” he says, his voice low and smooth, “but that’s not my thing.” My stomach tightens. If anything, his calm makes me angrier. And more terrified. “I’m Rhysand,” he continues, stepping closer, each movement deliberate. He presses a kiss to my knuckle. “Vampire prince. And your mate.”

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

I whispered internally. *I don't know. But we do.* Rhaegar's eyes narrowed slightly, watching and studying me. “Do You know who I am?,” he said finally, his tone flat. I nodded slowly. “Alpha King Rhaegar.” His eyes flashed gold again for just a moment, and I could see a change in his expression before it disappeared. “Good,” he said, his voice cold again. “Then you know what happens to people who lie to me.” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t find the words.

he asked, his voice low and rough. “He left it.” “When?” “The night before he disappeared.” Rhydian closed his eyes for a long moment, like he was silently counting to keep himself together. When he opened them again, his voice had changed completely, softer, more careful, almost gentle. “What I’m about to tell you is going to sound unbelievable.” “I don’t care about unbelievable anymore,” I said, my voice cracking. He nodded once. “The man you knew wasn’t named Kael.” My heartbeat thundered in my ears instantly. “He is Kaelor Drakhar.”

"Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion, do you take Azraelyrs Vasileios as your King, your husband, your destiny, pledging your will to him and your loyalty to Drakarith?" My eyes shift from Azraelyrs straight to the Velmiran delegation. Straight to Andessa. I watch her face already contorted in a silent, burning rage. I see Alistair and Cressida. Their eyes are wide as they wait to hear my answer. "I do," I answer, my voice clear and strong without a trace of hesitation. "I pledge my will, my loyalty, my destiny, to Azraelyrs Vasileios and to the kingdom of Drakarith."

he teased. Ah, huh? I can tease him better. "You are mistaken, my mate; I am thinking of someone else's mate," I say, and I can clearly see a tinge of jealousy in his eyes, and it is gone in a flick. "Ah, hmm," he hummed. "Care to know who?" I asked. He is just looking at me, patiently waiting for me to answer. "Rhys, High Lord of the Night Court, Ruler of Velaris, is a handsome guy with a dark aura and violet eyes. Girls go crazy for him, but people are scared of him.

he cried, stumbling on his words. "Give me a fucking name," Ryland said, his hand slowly gripping Darius neck., Darius's voice trembled. "O-okay, um, Rodrigo Whales." Ryland's eyes flashed with anger, and Kael growled in response. For some reason, that was not surprising.

I had already called him earlier when I got back to the pack house after meeting with my parents, so hopefully, he’s already had his own patrols on the lookout. “On it.” Cayden replies and I know in my gut that he was already calling the number without my having to tell him. Again, always connected. “Let me guess. Vampires?” Raul asks, waiting patiently until he could tell that I was done mind linking my ranked members, and easily keeping pace with me while we continue running to the southern border. “I mean, I’m still hopeful that it could be something else, but…yeah, vampires.” I tell him just as I hear Tasha’s voice in my mind link.