and it just keeps getting worse

he adjusts his cuffs in the mirror, catching a glimpse of feyre's reflection behind him. it earns a smile, her hair haphazardly braided with loose strands peaking throughout. a reminder that even now, underneath being high lady, the hunter from his dreams — the one who managed to defeat that wyrm, reckless & wild, still remains. rhysand turns to approach her, fingers running over golden brown locks, tongue clicking. " struggling without nuala and cerridwen, aren't we? what am i to do with you, hm? " he nods towards the chair in front of her vanity, guiding her to sit as he undoes the pins in place. " it's fixable. though, i doubt anyone will be focusing on your hair ... " a hand strays down to her exposed collarbone, fingers tracing swirls onto flesh before retreating back to the task at hand, leaning over to press a kiss to replace his touch. " such a high lady. "

Literally wearing matching boyfriend outfits???