And the fact that Rhys told Feyre that she was not required to give him any heirs, that she is a woman in control of her own body, despite thousands of years of traditions that rule otherwise… I don’t understand how anyone isn’t in love with Rhys at this point. The feminism, the gentleness, the perfection that is the High Lord of the Night Court, death incarnate.
I don’t even have to project onto her….she is….she’s me in High school, I mean there are differences but…her embarrassment when cooler people see her doing something nerdy, even if it’s something shes interested in or like doing/playing, and then the denial follows it.
The need for validation and recognition…
I love her. She’s mine and I love her. She reminds me so much of myself, and I’m tearing up over her.