✨👑 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 ✨👑

Me looking at my wife:

This day means everything to me, because it’s the day the most extraordinary person in my life was born. My savior and my light. My joy and my redemption. My love. My wife. My mate—born on the Winter Solstice. Happy birthday, my love. My Feyre, darling. 🎨: krssyreads

GOOD MORNING! RISE AND SHINE.

Me and my wife💗

“Oh no m’lday you’ve done far too much for us… I have you to thank for my life here in velaris. I’m no longer begging for scraps, but instead living very peacefully here… thank you. Both you and your husband.”

“Oh no m’lady. I’m fine, nothing I can’t handle, but I appreciate your concern and willingness to help. I have to get back to the camps to help the soldiers you know. So many busted up from fighting.” She tells Feyre. It was just her and a few other women who’d been helping.

“I-If I may high Lady.. it’s- it’s a very common thing. The loud noise is awfully, well… loud.” Aphrodite says, holding onto a massive pot of water onto her head. Of course she was trying not to spill any water.