Here we are, the end of the road… This epilogue is really short and reaaaally cheesy so I hope you'll enjoy it ^^

I'm currently working on a new Feysand fic, the tone is going to be much different (I'm going to talk hard subjects such as domestic abuse, drug use, murder,...)... I'll share more info on my tumblr if you want to have a look at it.

Anyway, thank you everyone for all the amazing comments, they're all incredible! xx

EPILOGUE

Two years later.

"Rhys, are you ready?"

She couldn't believe how long he took on the shower. At the beginning of their relationship, she thought this only happened in his own bathroom, that he was enjoying it because he liked the place so much. But in the two years they'd been together, Feyre had come to learn that he was just as long everywhere, where it be the shower at their townhouse, or the one of hotel rooms just like this one.

She had been ready for at least twenty minutes, her makeup on, her hair perfectly in place, and her long silver and clear blue gown adjusted. She was fidgeting with the diamond bracelets Rhysand had offered her a month before for Christmas, specifically to go with this dress. You need to look perfect, Darling, this is going to be your night, he'd said to her when she'd protested and argued it was too big a gift. So here she now was, in a New York hotel room, wearing a beautiful gown and even more beautiful diamond bracelets, ready to go to the party thrown in honor of the release of John Helvar's limited edition book, illustrated by Feyre Archeron.

It had all been months and months of work, and she was already working on the second book, but tonight was the official presentation of the project she'd been working on for the past two years. And Rhys was right, she wanted to look perfect for this. She just had to put on her heels, and she'd be ready to go.

"I'm almost done Darling!" her boyfriend answered from the bathroom, and she sighed, because that meant he was probably still washing his hair or something, and wouldn't be out for at least another ten minutes. They still had a half-hour before they absolutely had to leave, but she wanted to have time to spare. She started pacing around the room to try and relax a bit.

Rhysand's phone rang from his jacket. "Darling, can you get that? It's probably Lyra."

Feyre went into the pocket of his jacket to retrieve the phone, but her hand came in contact with a small envelope before she found it. A very heavy envelope. The ringing phone forgotten, she took the envelope out and looked inside. What she saw made her block out everything around her. She didn't hear Rhys yell 'No hang on, don't touch my jacket!,' she didn't see him come out of the bathroom soaking wet, a towel around his waist, his hair full of shampoo. No, she only saw the ring in the envelope. The beautiful gold and silver ring, flecked with small diamonds on the sides and set with a sapphire. She couldn't take her eyes off it, of what it meant.

"Feyre?" Rhys murmured.

She jumped at the sound of his voice, coming back to reality.

"Rhys, it's… it's a…"

"Oh Gods, Feyre I'm so sorry, you weren't supposed to see it."

"But it's…"

"I didn't want you to find it like that. I had this whole thing planned for tomorrow night, because I wanted you to be focused on your project tonight and…"

"Rhysand. Stop rambling."

"... Right."

"Tell me."

"Hum, I was going to… propose to you."

She'd known it was coming, she wasn't a fool. They'd moved in together more than a year ago, they had talked more than once about their future together, they'd joked a few times about their dream honeymoon, and who would give the most horrifying toast if they ever got married - Mor, for sure. But she hadn't thought he would do it here, in New York, this weekend.

"Oh."

"It was supposed to be romantic, and a surprise, and I had a whole thing I wanted to say to you, but I blew it like an idiot. And now it's not going to be a surprise."

He was dripping on the carpet, and she could see the shampoo slowly running down his shoulders. He seemed so angry with himself, and she just wanted to hug him right now, to tell him how much she loved him, and how much she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

"Do it now."

"What?"

"Do it now. I'm still surprised, believe me."

"Feyre, I'm in a towel."

"So?"

"So, I'm not proposing to you in a freaking towel."

"I think you are," she couldn't restrain her mouth from twitching up.

He stared at her for what seemed like an eternity, before sighing and advancing towards her. He yanked the envelope out of her hand and took out the ring.

"You're insufferable, Feyre."

"I know. Now do it."

"Ok, here goes. Feyre, the last two years with you have been amazing. I can't begin to thank you enough for everything we've done together. I love you, with all my heart, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, if you're kind enough to say yes to me tonight, I promise you that I will spend the rest of my life by your side, making you as happy as you make me everyday." He paused, looked away from her in what could only be described as embarrassment, and then added: "I'm good at keeping promises, remember?"

Feyre laughed at the last addition. "You're so cheesy," she couldn't help but saying, and was rewarded with a blush spreading on his face.

"Oh come on Feyre, I prepared this for a different setting, it was supposed to be romantic."

"I'm sorry. You're very cute."

"Feyre."

"What?"

"You… You didn't answer."

"Oh."

"So…?"

"So?"

He knew what she was doing, she knew it. She could see in his eyes how annoyed and amused he was at her attempt to tease him for as long as possible. But he wasn't having it.

"Feyre, will you marry me?"

"Rhysand, I will marry you."

The purest feeling of joy invaded her whole body, and she could see the same emotion reflected on his face. He gently grabbed her hand and slid the ring on her finger. They stared at it for a moment, and then Feyre looked up at him. And roared with laughter.

"What?"

"For a second there, I'd forgotten you were covered in shampoo." She tried to stop, but she couldn't seem to be able to, and Rhys looked down at himself and joined her fit of laughter. They managed to calm down after a while, and when she looked at him, there was more love in his eyes than ever before.

"I want to kiss you."

"Rhys, you're wet and covered in soap, and you are not ruining my dress."

"I won't ruin your dress. But I'm going to kiss you right now."

And so they stood there, him in a towel, her in a gown, kissing, oblivious of the world around them, all their thoughts turned to the ring on her finger, and the promise that went with it, echo of a promise he'd once made to her in a bar, so long ago.