Re: Rhys | Madison
"I will hold you to many things," Rhys promised, violet eyes dancing. "Trust me, there is a list of places I'd show you...and a few places we'll avoid." Madison didn't deserve a visit to the Court of Nightmares nor did she need to see Rhys possibly rip off Tamlin's head. The High Lord might not have the same feelings for Feyre he once did, but that didn't change how angry he felt over how Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court, treated the woman, now female, saved them all.
"You're even cuter when you blush," he commented with a grin. "Your makeup is perfection, so obviously I needed to help." Rhys looked sheepish. "I had lunch with Raelle at the Cajun place and learned that I can enjoy beignets." Maybe he'd get lucky and food would arrive from home. The High Lord would share with Madison and Raelle, the two he cared about the most in the place.
"I spent fifty years as a prisoner, so I would argue I'm a bit rusty too when it comes to a serious relationship." While Rhys could be violent, demanding, egotistical, and stubborn, the High Lord didn't want to be those things with Madison. She might be a lot to handle, but nobody could be more of a pain than Amren at times.
The High Lord listened and kissed Madison, none too gently. "I'm glad, because not trying sounds unfair to both of us." Madison didn't usually get this emotional, so he took it as a win.