𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕—𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑬𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍.
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𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕—𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑬𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍.
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Celebrating Rhys Week, Bonds Day. Dedicated to all my Feysand fam.
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Rhys Week Day 8: Free Day
Birthdays and Cakes
Feyre tried to be as quiet as possible she threw a robe over her nightgown and sneaked out of the bedroom. It was hard enough to wiggle out of Rhys's death grip without waking him up.
She quietly opened the door of Nyx bedroom and looked inside, checking if he still slept. Feyre wasn't surprised when she found him already sitting in his bed, grinning at her. She promised Nyx that they would wake up earlier this morning to bake a cake for Rhys, for his birthday. That's also how she got Nyx to sleep earlier the evening before.
Rhys’s power rumbled in the room. “I do not want to be High King. There is no need to discuss it.”
“Yours is a terrible and beautiful power, Rhysand,” Amren said, sighing. “You have three magic blades before you, each a kingmaker in its own right, and yet you would rather share that power. Keep to your borders. Why?”
Rhys demanded, “Why do you want me to turn conqueror?”
Amren shot back, “Why do you shy from the power that is your birthright?”
Amren never says something if she doesn't truly believe it, if she doesn't know it for sure. It's Rhysand birthright to be high king, nonetheless he is the most powerful high lord prythian has ever had.
The cauldron wants him to be high king 👇🏻
“I will not be High King. I will not consider it, not today and not in a century.”
Amren looked to the great sword, still slowly rotating above them. “Then explain to me why, after thousands of years, objects that once crowned and aided the old Fae have returned. The last time a High King ruled Prythian, it was with a magic sword in his hand. Look at that great sword before you, Rhysand, and tell me that it is not a sign from the Cauldron itself.”
Cassian’s breath caught in his throat. “It was a fluke, Amren. Nesta didn’t make it on purpose.”
Amren shook her head, hair swaying. “Nothing is a fluke. The Cauldron’s power flows through Nesta, and could use her as a puppet without her knowledge. It wanted those weapons Made, and thus they were Made. It wanted Rhysand to have them and thus the blacksmith brought them to you. To you, Rhysand, not to Nesta. And do not forget that Nesta herself—and Elain, with whatever powers she has—is here. Feyre is here. All three sisters blessed by fate and gifted with powers to match your own. Feyre alone doubles your strength. Nesta makes you unstoppable. Especially if she were to march into battle wearing the Mask. No enemy could stand against her. She’d slay Beron’s soldiers, then raise them from the dead and turn them on him.”
I think that there's gonna be a point where rhysand has no choice but to be high king. I HOPE SO.
Sarah give us rhysand high king. he would be the one who deserves it, he is the one who has been chosen to be high king.
"Rhys - it's too much."
"Not for you. Never for you. He slid his arms around my waist, kissing my temple." Build a House with a painting studio." He kissed my other temple. "Build a house with an office for you, and one for me. Build a house with a bathtub big enough for two - and for wings." Another kiss, this time to my cheek. "Build a house with a garden for Elain, a training ring for the Illyrian babies, a library for Amren and an enormous dressing room for Mor." I chocked on a laugh at that. But Rhys silenced it with a kiss on my mouth, lingering and sweet. "Build a house with a nursery, Feyre."
I AM NOT CRYING YOU ARE
Acofas chapter 22
Rhys Headcanon
Rhys sometimes still has nightmares and he loses his darkness (like the nightmare scene in acomaf) and Feyre wakes him up and he cuddles into her while she tells him stories about the IC, sending him moments of Nyx through the bond or she asks him about positive moments with the IC (snowball fight, Mors drunk stories, Amren beating up Cassian when he makes fun of her) to calm him down. He doesn't let go of Feyre for the rest of the night even when he falls asleep again.