At the dinner table, Reverie’s fingers grip her fork a little too tightly, her smile an elegant mask. Azriel sits across from her, his hand intertwined with his mate's, their whispered words a constant reminder of the love she can never claim. She forces herself to engage in light banter with Mor, beside her, her laughter ringing out, though it feels hollow.

Every now and then, her gaze betrays her, lingering on Azriel’s face, memorizing the curve of his smile. To distract herself, she reaches for her wine glass, taking small sips, hoping the crimson liquid will dull the ache in her chest. But every shared glance between Azriel and his mate, Elain, slices through her resolve.

Reverie breathes deeply, channeling her longing into a radiant smile, vowing to enjoy the evening despite the bittersweet torment. For tonight, she can at least be near him, even if her heart aches with the love she knows will remain forever unspoken.

Cassian, Rhysand, Feyre, Mor and Nesta seem to notice it, yet don't want to embarrass her, or make her heart ache harder than it already does, it seems that their hearts ache for her

Rhysand: "So, Reverie. Are you coming to the Solstice?" he spoke, in an attempt to take her mind off of the touches and words being exchanged between Azriel and Elain