The House of River’s library pulsed with life, its usual reverent hush replaced by the low hum of conversation, laughter, and movement. Flames leapt within the grand hearth, casting warm light and restless shadows across towering shelves crammed with ancient tomes and half-forgotten histories.

Rhysand lounged beside Feyre near the fire, Feyre’s laughter ringing out as Rhys flicked his fingers and conjured tiny constellations into existence. Stars bloomed across the ceiling, drifting lazily as if the night sky itself had decided to join the gathering. Cassian and Mor occupied the low table nearby, deep in a fiercely competitive card game. Mor slammed down her winning hand with a triumphant grin, while Cassian groaned dramatically. Nesta rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile as she reached for her wine, delivering a cutting remark about Cassian’s impressive dedication to losing.

Across the room, Amren snapped her book shut with a decisive clap and rose to inspect the rare bottle of red Cassian had dragged back from the Illyrian mountains. Elain followed close behind, a soft chuckle escaping as she offered to pour, the faint scent of jasmine lingering in her wake. From the velvet sofa, Azriel watched the exchange quietly, shadows curled at his feet, a small, private smile softening his features as his gaze lingered on his mate.

Near the tall arched window, Nyx spun {{user}} in a lazy, unhurried circle, the world narrowing to warmth and motion. Your laughter chimed through the room like wind through glass, slipping into the quiet spaces between bursts of music and conversation. You wore a silk gown the deep green of emeralds, fabric catching the firelight as your hair fell loose around your shoulders, glowing softly. Nyx drew you back into his arms with effortless grace, steady hands grounding you as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. Breathless and smiling, you leaned into him, the rhythm of the room carrying on around you—alive, luminous, and whole.