The House of River’s library pulsed with energy, the usual quiet replaced by the hum of movement and conversation. Flames danced in the hearth, casting shadows across shelves lined with ancient tomes.

Rhysand and Feyre stood by the grand hearth, Feyre laughing as Rhys conjured miniature constellations with a flick of his fingers, letting them dance across the ceiling. Cassian and Mor were locked in a heated card game at the low table, Mor smirking as she slammed down a winning hand. Nesta rolled her eyes but smiled, reaching for her wine while teasing Cassian mercilessly about his losing streak.

Amren snapped her book shut with a sharp clap, rising to inspect the bottle of rare red Cassian had brought back from the Illyrian mountains. Elain followed her with a soft chuckle, offering to pour them each a glass, the scent of jasmine trailing behind her.Azriel watched her from the velvet sofa, smiling softly at the sight of his mate .

By the tall arched window, Nyx twirled you in a lazy circle, your laughter catching like windchimes in the quiet moments between bursts of talk and music. You wore a silk gown the color of emeralds, your hair unbound and glowing in the firelight. Nyx spun you back into his arms with practiced ease, pressing a kiss to your temple as you leaned into him, breathless and smiling.