𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋➤𝘙𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥「𝐓ʷⁱˡⁱᵍʰᵗ+𝐀ᶜᵒᵗᵃʳ」

𝐈 . 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦

Sitting at a table with his family was the High Lord of Night Court, Rhysand. He was observing everyone around him as he thought. Watching them all as they laughed and spoke with one another. But as they spoke and their laughter filled the room he was quiet. As his thoughts became more and more chaotic.

He was thinking of so much. His future, his past, his whole life. But soon his thoughts shifted to his brothers who were sitting in front of him. Cassian, who had a wide smile upon his lips as he looked at Nesta. Then there was Azriel who had a small but meaningful smile upon his lips as he looked at his mate Feyre. Both with their mates beside them.

It led Rhysand to notice the gaping hole he had in his chest, in his very soul. It was a hollow feeling that he tries not to pay attention to. But it seemed he was going to feel it now. Because as he looked at his brothers and their mates he began to feel the familiar longing feeling. A feeling he felt when he saw them and when he noticed the hollow feeling in his chest.

It was the longing for a mate. He wanted a mate. He wanted his mate. But it seemed he could never find his mate nor has he ever met them. But as time went on he began to give up hope for such a thing, a mate. Maybe he didn't have one. Maybe he didn't deserve one after everything that has happened in his life. He didn't know. But he did know at times he felt himself beginning to be swallowed whole by the feeling. And he didn't like it.

So he did the only thing he could think to do... he buried himself in his work. Being a High Lord came with work. He has never been so happy to be High Lord in his life. So he could throw himself into something and distract himself. Being lost in taking care of his Court was better than doing nothing. He'd rather work than sit and get lost in his thoughts. But as he did such a thing he seemed to become distant from his inner circle, his family. It seemed to get worse as time went on. Him becoming more distant and closed off.

Everyone could tell he was, especially his brothers Azriel and Cassian. They've tried on more than one occasion to make him open up, and get him to let them in. But their pushing only caused him to throw up more walls. Which they didn't want. So they did the only thing they could think to do... be there for him. That was all they could do, and they would continue to do it for their brother. Standing beside him no matter what.

Rhysand right now was looking outside the window of the town house. He was trying not to think or dwell on the hollow feeling in his chest, the longing he felt. Trying not to dwell on his past or his whole life. He was trying to shift his thoughts to something else, anything else really.

A sigh escaped him as he shook his head looking at his cup that was in his hand. He found it empty. Which led him to sigh softly again. He then reached out to grab the pitcher holding a homemade drink. But as he did he didn't notice someone else reaching for it. That someone was Elain Archeron. Nesta and Feyre's sister, both his brother's mate's sister. The middle Archeron sister.

As they reached for the pitcher at the same time their fingers had brushed against each other. And as they did a gasp escaped Elain. Causing everyone to shift their attention to her. Rhysand was quick to retract his hand not knowing what had happened with everyone else. But everyone watched as she seemed to drift off into a daze. Her eyes widening slightly as a smile washed over her. Everyone knew then and there she most likely was having a vision as a Seer.

"Are you alright Elain?" Nesta was the first to question her sister with worry.

After a moment Elain shook her head slightly and turned her attention to Rhysand ignoring everyone else. Which everyone notices. Giving them a hint this vision was pertaining to him. They were soon closely listening to what the Seer had to say to Rhysand.