Rhysand isn't that handsome, smolder dark Lord. No. He's more than that. In unknown universe he's taken the form of a fire-breathing dragon with a little tough temper. He survives a battle, but only barely. A black arrow digs deep into his chest as he flees without choice. He takes refuge in a cave miles away from the field, where he lays down and waits for death to claim him. It is as he is clinging to the last threads of life that a gentle-eyed woman stumbles upon him. Arrogant even in death, Rhysand thinks little of her but will that change?