Feyre

We flew back to the top of that roof and as soon as I landed my legs gave out. Rhys caught me just as quickly as I fell.

"You know you have to actually stick the landing, right?" he chuckled.

I gave him a sidelong glance and stuck my tongue out at him. I was so drained and exhausted that the usual banter between us fizzled out rather quickly, and it took everything in me to walk back towards our bedroom door. I'm pretty sure Rhys was mumbling something to me as I, ever so graciously, plopped down face first onto our bed and passed out.

The beginning of the next morning was a blur. I had a train wreck of a headache and everything within me seemed...heavy. Rhys had already been awake hours before me and, to my surprise came walking into our bedroom with breakfast. I rolled over on my side and propped my head up in my hand.

"What in the Cauldron's name is this all about?" was all I managed to get out while stifling a laugh. Rhys had really overdone it. There were carts of food filling the entire room. Plates full of pastries, another with eggs and delicacies of meat that'd be impossible to find anywhere else. There was juice and milk, and really all of the things only one could dream about having.

"Good morning, Feyre darling. Seems like a breakfast in bed kind of morning don't you think?"

I laughed, straight from my belly and spewed, "I had no idea mornings could conjure up such festive moods from the High Lord."

It was all I could do to keep myself from giggling at this extravagant scene of affection that Rhysand was displaying before me, and I couldn't help but wonder what his end game was. I finally rolled out of bed and sauntered up to Rhys, standing on my toes and wrapping both arms around his neck. "Trying to stay in the good graces of your High Lady, I suppose, hmm," I said smiling against his lips. Rhys returned my advances with soft kisses and smiles as he put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. "Could the High Lord not dote upon his lovely lady without ulterior motive?"

Cassian walked past our bedroom door shouting, "You guys do know that we can hear you right? And hearing you like this is almost worse than actually hearing you."

Rhysand shook his head and laughed. "C'mon, let's get dressed and go for a walk." I gave the food a once over and pouted. "But I didn't even get to taste the pastry's Rhys."

Before Rhysand could object, or get a word in otherwise, Mor shouted up the stairs, "Now that's something we'd be happy to assist you with!" The room instantly filled with laughter!

Rhysand

We were walking around the beautiful city of Velaris hand in hand, basking in the presence of each other and the laughter of children. Knowing that she was safe, that my family was safe; these were the only things I wanted in life at this moment. We had only been walking for no more than an hour, when I turned my head to glance at Feyre, and noticed that she was unpleasantly sulking.

"Feyre?," as she turned her head I looked into her eyes, concern filling my brow. I knew there were things she'd been dealing with: this aftermath with Hybern, the loss of her father; it would have been unbearable for anyone.

I knew Feyre almost better than she knew herself though, and I knew she'd be harboring her emotions to keep from being a burden on everyone else. I cupped her face in my hands, looked deeply into her eyes, reaching for our bond-the only thing that rang truest of all-and probed her with longing and concern. "What is it Feyre, darling? You look completely sullen," I had to raise my arm to my face as she objected with a swat of her hand. Laughing, she looked into my eyes, "I'm fine Rhys. Sorry I'm not able to keep up with you today, I'm feeling a bit more tired than usual." She continued to look at me with a small frown forming on her lips and I could feel the sincerity in her words.

I squeezed her hand a bit. "Maybe we could head back home so you can rest? Cerridwen and Nuala could draw you a bath and I promise not to bother you." Feyre gave me a knowing look and giggled. "A hot bath drawn specifically for me and you would promise to leave me alone for a whole day?" She wrinkled her nose and with those beautiful, discerning eyes continued, "Rhys, that sounds more like torture on your end." And it would be, she knew it. "If it's what you need Feyre…" She turned, this time stepping in front of me to face me. Standing on the tips of her toes she flicked my nose and drawled, "I'd never want you to leave me alone." She turned to walk ahead, but before she could get two steps in front of me, I grabbed her arm and pulled her back against my chest nuzzling my nose in her hair. Throwing her head back with harmonious laughter, I pulled her closer, embracing her.

These moments with her made the whole world seem brighter. I could have held Feyre in my arms, swaying to the music encircling us, for the rest of eternity. The joy that filled up her soul, filled mine as well. So consumed by our shared jubilation, I held on to our embrace, not even realizing the communication between our bond taking place. I couldn't tell when it was first happening, but I could feel it now; building, building, and growing. I hadn't felt anything like this between us; within our mating bond. It was so pure, like a ball of light expanding, wanting to consume us both.

It wasn't until I almost completely succumbed to the heat and warmth of the bond that I felt it-a tug. Completely foreign and unnatural yet, earnest. I stopped dead in my tracks, turning Feyre to face me, looking her in the eye. She wrinkled her brow, "What Rhys? What is it?"

"Did you feel that?" I continued to stare with complete confusion displayed all over my face. Feyre just continued to look back at me with blank stares. "Feel what Rhysand?"