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The Rainbow of Velaris was bustling.
Rhys had never seen it this busy since Hybern's attack. But the Artist's Quarter had rebuilt, and with it came a wave of new artists ready to share their work, displaying their talent to the crowds that gathered to watch.
Feyre grabbed his hand, pulling him into the crowd. She stopped at every painting, briefly talking to each artist about their work, promising to return soon with paints and brushes of her own so she could learn from them. Rhysand couldn't help but admire her devotion to these people, her people. Glancing at Feyre, he thought, I really am the luckiest High Lord in Prythian, aren't I?
Luckiest High Lord in Prythian, huh? Seems like someone couldn't keep his admiration hidden from me, Feyre purred, sending her thoughts right down their shared bond. Truth be told, you're right. After all, where else would you find someone as gorgeous, or powerful, or who knows right where to touch your wing… she trailed off, letting him finish the rest of her sentence.
He gave Feyre a lazy grin. You cruel, wicked, female, he sent back, watching her blush as he listed the various activities they were to partake in later that night.
Then let's go home and get started.
As much as I would love that Feyre, darling, our date isn't over quite yet, and I'm still intent on surprising you. But I promise, Rhys started, as soon as we're home you can touch me wherever you'd like, wings included. But for now…I have something I'd like to show you.
Feyre sighed and followed him further into the Rainbow, past the bustle of the crowds, and towards a small shop.
"We're here."
Rhys remained at the door, allowing Feyre to enter first. Inside a bare room, a painting sat in the center. One that looked as though night itself were its maker.
"Rhys," she breathed, the words barely registering as she gaped at the work, admiring the blue and purple swirls on the canvas. Atop those swirls sat specks of white and silver. Stars. And right in the center, a balcony, where two figures stood with hands clasped together, smears of silver on their shared grasp.
Rhysand strolled in, standing behind her as she admired the art. Slowly, he put his hands around her waist, pulling her towards him.
"It's…Starfall. Our Starfall," he murmured, kissing the top of her head.
"Did you…"
"Yes."
"I…It's…Rhys, I don't know what to say. This is beautiful," she turned around, softly brushing her lips to his.
Rhys whispered, "it's for you. I had it painted weeks ago, but tonight seemed like the perfect time to show you. I wanted to give you the perfect gift," he pushed a hand through his hair, "to remember-"
"No, Rhys, us," Feyre looked into his violet eyes, "it's for us. For us both to remember when we fell in love…" she paused, "when I fell in love with you."
He couldn't stop from grinning while he placed soft kisses on each cheek, her forehead, her nose.
"I love you, Feyre."
"I love you too, Rhys."
"Feyre?"
"Yes?"
"I have one more thing to show you."