@faenet event: objects –> High Lady Feyre’s crown collection
Rhys had vrowned me at each and every meeting and function we’d had, long before I was his mate, long before I was his High Lady. Even Under the Mountain.
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Carved into the rock was an entire wall of crowns. They each had their own resting place, lined with black velvet, each illuminated by-
“Glowworms,“ Rhys told me
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“Pick whichever crown you like.“
“I can’t just-take one.“
“You most certainly can. They belong to you.“
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