"Indeed. Starfall is...precious to me. It always has been."

Rhysand murmured, though you wondered what truly stirred under that surface or either coolness or smug power. It was difficult to catch his true self between those polar ends at times.

Except perhaps right now. Those dozens of flashes caught the indigo in his irises, spirits Rhysand called them migrating to the ends of the world in the form of shooting bolts of light.

Velaris celebrated the rainshowers of pure sparkle with dance and drinks, the main party rippling with admiration under the star showers, though you could tell before long Rhysand's attention was no longer on the views but the guest before him.

Emissary of the human realm and former enemy of his. And perhaps best or worst of all, unbeknownst to you...his mate.

"It's been 50 years since I've been able to enjoy this view. Far longer since I've been able to share it with someone...important to me."