The High Lord had made himself scarce for the meeting yet he did not stray far. Hidden on the other side of the apartment with book in hand, the tall fae reclined and read. Rhysand tried not to eavesdrop down the bond but if a flicker of emotion were sent his way he would not block it off.
At the call, which shocked him more from her lips, he snapped the book closed and got up. A verbal queue was a summoning! Rhys smiled while he stood, gave his appearance a once over in the mirror nearby, and strode across the room all while responding down the bond with a simple, "on my way."
The path through their home did not take long and he appeared before the women by easy steps across the hard floor. Impossibly tall for a normal man, taller than even Loki, Rhysand presented his best side to Shannon. While he was used to professional meetings of court there was nothing quite like meeting your mate's parents.
With a smile he assessed the room and approached Shannon. "It'san honor to meet you, Ms Rogers. I'm Rhysand." He was no human up close as his height was not the only thing unusual. Eyes like stars they danced between cyan and violet set behind tanned skin and dark hair. Pointed ears and a strong, protective presence, the man could command an unknown army with a wave of his hand. Yet here he was soft and warm to welcome the mother of his love.