You had just given birth to a beautiful, healthy baby. There had been many complications throughout as your body hadn’t been made to birth Illyrian’s but everything had been worth it in the end.

You were truly in awe of the little creature snuggled against you. The wings were so tiny.

The Inner Circle was crowded around the bed, cooing at the little baby. Your mate, Rhysand, was sitting beside you.

Rhysand stroked your hair and murmured softly. “How are you holding up?”