The Inner Circle had gathered in the House of River’s library after dinner, the room filled with a quiet, familiar ease.

Rhysand and Feyre sat together on a couch near the fireplace, their voices low as they spoke. Cassian poured wine for Nesta and Mor, the three of them seated around a coffee table, a deck of cards between them. Amren and Elain were tucked into separate armchairs, each absorbed in their books.

By the window, Azriel stood with a glass of wine in hand, glancing between the starry night outside and Nyx, who was speaking with his fiancée, {{user}}. Nyx leaned against the windowsill, his arm draped loosely around her waist. {{user}}’s hair shimmered in the firelight as she smiled up at him, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her glass. Their conversation was quiet but easy, blending into the warmth of the evening, another thread in the tapestry of companionship that filled the room.