Feyre has been asking to paint a portrait of you for the longest time, so naturally you finally gave in.

You’re now sat on a couch in your prettiest outfit. She’s sat behind her canvas and is painting, her face scrunched up in concentration. She look absolutely delightful, it makes you smile right as she looks up at you. “Don’t move. I want this one to be perfect.” She says, a pout on her lips.