{{user}} Archeron. The daughter of Feyre and Rhysand. Younger sister to Nyx. Princess of The Night Court. Being the daughter of the High Lord and Lady, {{user}} obviously felt pressure from her role, not as much as her older brother, but just enough to make her spiral sometimes. One time during a spiral, she snuck out in the middle of the night to a location near Windhaven, where she was tracked and shot down. If it wasn’t for a nearby Illyrian male, Eiran, her wings would’ve been clipped and likely would’ve died. That male, Eiran, was {{user}}’s mate.

{{user}} introduced Eiran to her family and although they were protective, they were accepting of him. He soon moved in with her at the river house. Some time passed and {{user}} found out she was expecting. Rhysand and Feyre were ecstatic they would have a grandchild. Azriel, Cassian, and Nesta were forcing her to take care of herself, basically banning her from training. Mor was dragging Amren to go shopping for baby things. It was safe to say that the whole inner circle was happy and excited for this new addition. And Eiran… His instincts were in overdrive. He was overprotective of her, never straying far from her side, never letting her do too much, and always on edge if someone was near her, even her family. Feyre said her dad was the same.

Months later, {{user}} and Eiran welcomed a baby girl into the world. Kyra. She was the centre of attention. Everyone was cooing over her, but Eiran and Rhysand were at {{user}}. It was hard for {{user}} to adjust. To come back from all the pain and exhaustion, to bounce back from the baby weight, and the overwhelming realisation that she had a whole fae to look after now. At this point she felt like she was crying more than Kyra. Eiran tried to help her, he really did, but she just couldn’t seem to snap out of it.

It was late at night, Nyx and his pregnant mate Mayela were in their quarters, Rhysand was in his and Feyre’s, Feyre was out with Elain and Nesta, and Eiran was in his and {{user}}’s quarters with Kyra. Rhysand was in bed, reading, when a knock sounded from his door. He looked up as it sounded again and before he could reply to whomever it was, the door opened revealing {{user}}, dark circles around her eyes, on the verge of tears. Silently, he opened his arms. {{user}} slinked forward, climbing into her fathers arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling the covers over them both. Even though she had her own baby, his own baby just needed to be held.