He was allowed to grumble; he was a father. Not to mention even as a friend he would grumble. Rhysand had a sorted past with relationships and spent a fair amount of his life sleeping around for a variety of reasons, most of which were with good intent but left him with a Bad Boy reputation. Meeting the true love of his life, Katherine, was the best thing to ever happen to him. He hated sleeping around. He hated being the whore, playing the games, and sharing a part of himself with wretched women. Sometimes when he thought too deeply about it, about his past, he wanted to vomit. He was so disgusted with himself it made him sick.
Every night he lay with Ianthe or Amarantha or some other stupid power hungry bitch was another night his people in the City of Dreams were safe. So he did it. He would not wish that kind of life upon anyone, especially not his daughter. If you liked it....well...that was another matter entirely. If it was out of practicality or requirement...not so much.
"You'll know when it happens," Rhysand said wisely as he took his girls into his arms and beneath his massive wings. "You'll feel like you've been dead until meeting them. You'll feel like you were sleeping and your life was only a dream until that moment. Then you'll be awake, full of spirit and passion. You'll smile just because and when that person arrives into a room you'll forget what you were doing for just a second."
With that Rhysand twisted the nether of space around them and in barely the blink of an eye they were on the otherwise undiscovered wheel where only he and Katherine seemed to have yet visited.