That moment we begged for A Court of Wanting a Rhysand
**meanwhile in ACOTAR**
“What do you want?” I demanded
“A moment of peace and quiet,” he snapped, rubbing his temples.
I paused. “From what?”
He sighed. “From this mess. That damned bitch is running me ragged,” he went on, and dropped his hands from his temples to lean his head against the wall.
Like, can we all appreciate how depressed and drained Rhys is? He has no one to turn to Under the Mountain because pretty much everyone hates him and all his friends are keeping Velaris safe and Rhys has anxieties about them every day and he’s keeping the weight of every member in his Court on his shoulders doing too much, too much, too much…and the only way he feels like he can console himself is to go to this girl who he feels a connection with, who he might suspect is his Mate and be so open and vulnerable with her, on the verge of fucking tears. Rhys was so lonely in ACOTAR, but he found a way. He found a way. <3