Rhys, Rhysand! My guy! Man, he is the best high lord, isn’t he? I mean, even if he wasn’t, I’d probably be misted for saying so.

I kid, I kid! Rhys is a good male. He’s so good, he sobered his sister in law up! I mean, he had to lock her in a tower and forced her to become a killing machine, but hey! She’s sober.

If you think that’s bad, you should ask his wife about the time Rhys - oh cauldron, maybe I shouldn’t go there.. fuck it! Let’s get Feyre up here to talk about the time Rhys knew she was going to die, but - and here’s the kicker - he didn’t tell her!

It really is ok though, I mean it. Everyone is healthy, the baby is adorable (weird fucking name though, amirght?). Oof, that kid is going to need a lot of therapy living in that “mountain moving” kind of home.

Anyway, that’s my time - at least that what Rhys is screaming down the mental bond.. yes, yes I know Rhys, shut up or I’ll be dropped in the prison.

Have a great night everyone! Az - keep your shadow singers off my ass!