Feysand Week - Family
This is my fourth fic for Feysand Week, and the prompt is ‘family.’
“Feyre. It’s going to be fine.”
I turn to look at Rhys, trying not to look as worried as I felt. “I know. But what if they don’t like me?” Hate me, in fact.
Rhys put his bag down on the front steps of the house and put his hands on my shoulders. “They’re going to love you, darling.”
I rested my forehead against his. “Really?”
He smiled, leaning down to snatch a kiss. “Really.” Rhys murmured against my lips before pulling away to knock on the door.