this whole log is great

love and joy, come to you

Pairing: Rhysand/Feyre Archeron
Rating: Teen | wc: ~1.3k
Summary: Garlands of evergreen and holly berries lined the door to Mor’s bedroom in the Winter Court guest wing, and Feyre could hear her friend singing behind in. Biting back a grin, she knocked. When the door flew open, Mor immediately pulled her into the room.

“Come to help me get dressed?” she asked.

“I need a favor, actually,” Feyre admitted.

{ or, when the Night Court is asked to participate in a Yuletide ceremony at the Winter Court, Feyre realizes it is a good time to reveal a secret to Rhys }


Feyre hurried down the guest hallways of the Winter Court palace, her slippers scuffing against the smooth but worn wooden floors. The rustle of her fur-lined robe and patter of her footsteps echoed off the white stone walls bracketed within and above by thick planks of dark wood. In the distance, she could hear the echoes of the servants putting on the final decorating touches in the great hall as well as the jolly caroling of courtiers from the courtyard. The last time she had visited this court had been after the battle against Hybern; everyone had been exhausted, and every corner of the low but sprawling building had seemed dreary. Not the case anymore, now with the Yuletide holiday celebrations in full swing.

Garland of evergreen and holly berries lined the door to Mor’s bedroom, and she could hear her friend singing behind in. Biting back a grin, Feyre knocked. When the door flew open, Mor immediately pulled her into the room.

“Come to help me get dressed?” she asked, plopping onto the couch without much decorum.

“I need a favor, actually,” Feyre admitted. She twisted her hands into the fabric of her robe, looking at her lap. Then she sighed and looked up at Mor. “I know we drew straws for who would serve as the Mother, Maiden, and Crone tonight, but do you mind switching?”

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