Feyre watched his reaction, she couldn't take her eyes off him, even if she hadn't expected it. She truthfully didn't know what she had expected. And before she knew what she was going to do int he face of is defeat, she had closed the distance between them. Her hand covering his cheek lightly.
"This... this wouldn't still be here if it weren't for you. His power would have eventually waned, if she didn't kill him out right, if Hybern wouldn't have come and invaded first. And before that? You only saw what he's shown everybody. A lie. A mask. Even the people in Hewn City didn't know of it's existence." And now everybody did. "Welcome to the Court of Dreams."
Feyre knew what she had said wasn't entirely true. Spring court probably saw the most of Rhys' rage. Because of Tamlin. For what his father and brothers had done.