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"Rhys, you don't need to blindfold me," Feyre complained, watching Rhys fasten the scarf around her eyes.
"Blindfolds are an essential part of any surprise," Rhys explained, taking her hand and leading her out of the workshop, "plus, I needed to absolutely make sure you didn't see where we were going. This is the big reveal, after."
Feyre gave him a vulgar gesture. "Prick," she muttered.
"I'm your prick," he sang, grinning at her as he led her to their next destination.
Rhys had been planning this moment for weeks.
He had spent countless hours in the library, claiming he had "High Lord business to attend to," an obvious front to his true intentions. Research. What were the best brushes to paint with? What about paints? Canvases? He consulted with the artists of the Rainbow day after day, stockpiling the knowledge for this exact day.
Even Cassian and Azriel helped, taking Rhys' questions and asking around so he wouldn't seem so suspicious. Amren and Mor kept Feyre busy, ensuring she wouldn't get wind of what the males were doing, coughing up the time they spent together to training.
And then Rhys would come to bed, all thoughts of his plans hidden deep, deep down, Feyre none the wiser that in a few weeks' time she would embark on the date to end all dates. The date of her dreams.
Even blindfolded, Feyre could sense her mate's giddiness as they neared their destination. She chuckled, "I don't think I've seen you this excited since I bought those lacy underthings from the store."
You know, I think I'd love to see you in those underthings and a blindfold, he shot down the bond, accompanied by an image of his fantasy, making her blush.
You're such a male, Feyre responded, and given that I've had to endure this blindfold already, I think it's your turn to wear it. Tonight.
Rhys' breath hitched, barely able to get out the words as he rasped, "deal. And tonight, you can do whatever you'd like to me. Blindfolded, tied up…" his voice trailed off, imagining the possibilities.
Feyre smirked. She knew exactly what she would do with him tonight. To him. She started sending those images down the bond, but Rhys interrupted her concentration.
"We're here." Rhys grinned, "darling, take off the blindfold."
Slowly, Feyre lifted it from her eyes, seeing a familiar room. This time, though, it was filled with empty canvases strewn about the place. Shelves of paint of every color lined the back wall, along with a seemingly unending supply of brushes in each corner of the room.
"Rhys, we were walking for at least ten minutes. Where-"
"I took you around the block. Slowly. Cassian and Azriel needed time to set up."
"But-" Feyre stammered, unable to speak.
Rhys beamed, "when I told you I wanted to surprise you, I meant it. This studio, the paints, the canvases…it's all yours, Feyre. For you."
"Rhys…I…You did all of this. For me?" she questioned, tears falling down her cheeks.
He pulled her into his arms, kissing the top of her head. "Feyre, I've had this planned for weeks. It's killed me not to tell you. All that time with Cassian and Azriel? They were helping me find local artists, asking for the best paints, brushes, and anything we could think of. This is all for you. I promise."
He brushed away her tears, continuing, "you deserve your own space to paint, to hold classes, to sell your work…I wanted to give that to you. I know how badly you've wanted a place for your art. It's a gift. All of it."
Feyre couldn't help but glow, the happiness clear as day on her skin, her face, her eyes. That glow filled the room with light, and Rhys could only watch his mate's joy fill the room.
"No one's ev-no one's ever done this for me, Rhys," she hugged him tightly, gently brushing her lips against his cheek. "Thank you, for everything. I love you."
Feyre could feel her mate's chuckle. "I love you too, Feyre." Brushing a hand through his hair, he added, "and I'm glad I could surprise you, too."
She stared into those violet eyes filled with love.
"You can surprise me anytime you'd like, Rhys."