'GENTLE' MASTER OF WAR.

RHYSAND.

I watch fighting the rage threatening to consume Rhian and my guilt as they bring her in unconscious. If Nyx hadn’t gotten to me in time… no I refuse to even think it.

Andrei, her young mate, refuses to let go of her hand climbing into the bed beside her, I’d applaud his bravery if the situation wasn’t so tense. Not many people faced off against Khalil especially when he was furious and lived to tell the tale.

Khalil lets him be and turns to the rest of her mates, Keon looks stunned and spooked; I’ve seen it enough times to know he’s about to snap, the other one who’s in denial looks like he’s frustrated about something but doesn’t know what, Blue is sobbing on Khalil’s mate’s shoulders, Nyx is flying around the room anxiously and the prince’s friends are trying to make themselves as small as possible Mor with them, wary eyes fixed on the fuming father. It is chaos in the room.