Prayers? He had none. Though, Cauldron help him, he would reform his ways. It wasn't as if he needed to go around murdering people as show of fear for the other courts here, anyway. It wasn't as if he had thousands of people hiding in a safe kingdom he built and protected with every shred of magical power he had every day, every hour. It wasn't as if he had anyone at all...
Well, he had one.
Rhysand raised his head as he scrabbled through the pools of blood and snarled. This was ridiculous.
"Who dares defile my domicile?!" he bellowed to the yard. "Face me!" Those wings--wings of the Devil, of the bats of Hell--snapped sharply open as he got to his feet.