Shout out to my sister/ beta/ co-writer IamSlytherclaw! Also, I don't own anything except my cosplay. Oh, and I am not nearly as good a writer as SJM, so I will be writing in the third person. Now, let the fun begin!

Chapter 1

"Rhysand, what's wrong?" Feyre rubbed his shoulders, worried about the look on her mate's face. The stack of papers in front of him seemed to get larger every day.

"It's nothing, Feyre, darling." The High Lord of the Night Court was exhausted. There was no way to get through all of these complaints. The City of Velaris, now open to the world, was having trade issues. A spat between Spring Court and the Rainbow district, yet again.

Feyre was not impressed. After 50 years of marriage, she knew when her mate needed her. "I am not High Lady so you can take care of everything by yourself. Which you can't. You are taking a break now."

"Well, I can think of a few things I would rather do..." Rhys looked to his mate with a suggestive smirk. As Feyre settled onto his lap, she sighed.

"You know how much I love you, right?"

"I can think of some ways for you to prove it."

"Not now! Nesta and Cassian are outside."

"You do realize has High Lord and Lady we can get rid of them?"

"No need to be rude. I came in here for a reason, you know."

Rhys rolled his eyes, "To taunt me?" Feyre gave him a little shove.

"No. The opposite. It's our anniversary, and I actually remembered, unlike someone here." He raised his hands in mock surrender.

" You may be right. What do you wish, my lady?"

"Prick. I just want a nice dinner tonight, maybe at that little place where you took me that first night."

" You do realize the others will insist on coming along, don't you?"

Feyre made a rather unattractive face. "An entire evening of Amren and Varian, Lucien mooning over Elain, and Nesta and Cassian fighting? Honestly, Mor and Az might be the only ones to keep us sane. Fine, they can come."

"It's settled then. A nice dinner with the family. I'll make sure to let them know." Feyre shook her head and winnowed away.

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"Why, might I ask, did we allow that first silly newspaper to exist in the first place?" Feyre called over the bustling crowd of reporters outside the restaurant. "And how did they know our plans?"

"If I remember correctly, it was in part due to Cassian's influence." Rhysand winnowed, only to be surrounded by another group.

"Ah, yes. Cassian, you're fired." Cas just flashed his cocky grin to the cameras. Nesta firmly elbowed him in the side. The crowd suddenly parted as Amren strode in, coolly holding Varian's arm as he glared at the Inner Circle.

"I was told this would be a private affair. I did not leave my duties just to have to fight to get in." Morrigan barely held back a laugh. Azriel just smiled.

Feyre stood a little taller. "No, you did not. You came to honor a High Lord and Lady." She smiled. "And have dinner with friends."

A reporter decided just then to shove a notebook in Feyre's face. "Hi, I'm Emmerson Dunn with the Velaris Constellation. What will you do be doing to celebrate your anniversary? Anything big planned?"

Mor stepped in and shoved the man away. "Just dinner, and please stop this nonsense. Who invited you here?"

"He did," pointing to Rhys, who had a suspicious grin. Mor marched up to him, while Feyre looked a little embarrassed.

"Why would you do that?! You promised your mate a quiet dinner!"

Rhys smirked. "I had a better idea." Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, got down on one knee in front of his High Lady, with tears in his eyes.

"Feyre, darling, I did not forget. I have loved you for so long, I could never forget the night when you returned my love. I never truly got to ask, so I ask now. Feyre, will you renew your vows to me?"

As the reporters clapped and cried, as the Inner Circle looked stunned, as Morrigan squealed, Feyre kissed her mate. "I would love nothing more."