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(ACOTAR from Rhysand's POV) "After a decade, I stopped expecting to see my friends or my people again. I forgot what their faces looked like. And I stopped hoping." When Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, sacrificed everything for his family, he knew he was condemning himself to hell. But he didn't care, not if it meant that everything and everyone he loved would be safe. So Rhysand accepted his fate, embraced the role he was forced to play for the survival of the ones he loved. And after a time, the hell of it all closed in, the walls choking all hope of ever being free. Until the day Feyre Archeron came and knocked those walls down. (Contains spoilers for ACOTAR and ACOMAF!! Read at your own risk!) (This is a fanfiction, I don't own ACOTAR or any of its contents!!)
Prologue: The Masquerade
