Remember when I asked if you all wanted a ficlet of Feyre finding Rhys’ mother’s and sister’s wings in Spring Court? And all you Maasochists said yes?
Well, here you go…
I climbed the stairs to that part of the manor that I’d never visited before. Tamlin had never outright ordered me not to venture here, but it was always an unspoken understanding we had. Before everything that happened, before Rhys, Tamlin always came to my room when we spent the night together, I was never invited to his. Maybe that’s what drove me to explore while he was far from the manor. Not that I was afraid of him, I hadn’t been afraid of him for a long while now, but it would be so much easier to look around without him hovering over me.
hey so apparently one thousand people accidentally followed me and forgot to unfollow so here I am making one of these :’)
uhuh lmao I made this blog in July of 2*16 because I wanted to be a Cool Person and I really didn’t expect people to follow me, let alone meet some of the greatest people I’ve ever met so here’s a few shoutouts to them