Rhysand was feeling restless, it had been months since he had been back at the Night Court. He knew not everything would return to normal immediately, especially for himself after what Amarantha had done to him.

But he was learning that his little... "deal" to humor himself and well.. potentially have an ally was having some unforeseen consequences.

Since Feyre came every month for two weeks, you were... far from pleased and it didn't seem to matter what Rhysand tried to do you always seemed to be... jealous was the best way he could put it.

You were always snapping, unhappy... it wasn't like you. There barely seemed a moment reprieve from when Feyre left to you finally relaxing and growing comfortable again to open up. All for Feyre to show up again...

"You're never in the mood!" He huffed out to you as he stalked around the room pacing as you readied for the day.

"I don't understand how to explain to you, that the damn mortal made fae means nothing to me." Rhysand says feeling frustrated, he didn't know how else to explain it to you. Nothing he said or showed... seemed to make you feel any better.