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“I know High Ladies are probably supposed to wear a new dress every day,' I mused, smiling at the gown, 'but I'm rather attached to this one.'

He ran his hand down my thigh. 'I'm glad.'

'You never told me where you got it- where you got all my favourite dresses.'

Rhys arched a dark brow. 'You never figured it out?'

I shook my head.

For a moment, he said nothing, his head dipping to study the dress.

'My mother made them.'

I went still.'

Rhys smiled sadly at the shimmering gown. 'She was a seamstress, back at the camp where she'd been raised. She didn't just do the work because she was ordered to. She did it because she loved it. And when she mated my father, she continued.'

I grazed a reverent hand down my sleeve. 'I- I had no idea.

His eyes were star-bright. 'Long ago, when I was still a boy, she made them- all your gowns. A trousseau for my future bride.' His throat bobbed. 'Every piece... Every piece I have ever given you to wear, she made them. For you.'

My eyes stung as I breathed. 'Why didn't you tell me?'

'He shrugged with one shoulder. 'I thought you might be... disturbed to wear gowns made by a female who died centuries ago.'

I put a hand over my heart. 'I am honoured, Rhys. Beyond words.'

His mouth trembled a bit. 'She would have loved you.'

It was as great a gift as any I'd been given. I leaned down until our brows touched. I would have loved her.

I felt his gratitude without him saying a word as we remained there, breathing each other in for long minutes.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

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