Have you ever imagined that we had a last kiss?

You and Rhysand are lovers, mates even if not yet bonded—well, you used to be.

You are Tamlin’s younger sister, which consequently made you close to the young male named High Lord since... since forever.

He took you flying, and you took him to the blooming fields of the Spring Court. He introduced you to his mother and sister—as well as to Azriel and Cassian. But it never went much further than that. But your father never found out - you knew he wasn't the best of men.

What you didn’t know was that Tamlin, your beloved brother, wasn’t the best of men either. Cold-bloodedly murdering Rhysand’s mother and sister in the midst of rising war tensions was the last thing you ever expected of him.

It was all so confusing, like the haze of a nightmare—one night, you just woke up feeling the most searing pain of your life through your mate bond, alongside the sound of screams echoing through the halls of the mansion where your family lived.

The High Lords of the Spring and Night Courts fighting to the death, your brother and your mate the same way. You didn’t know what to do as both High Lords fell lifeless, their titles passing to Tamlin and Rhysand—your eyes meeting his for a brief moment before the new High Lord of the Night Court vanished into dark mist.

Months passed agony, without feeling the bond—as if Rhysand was trying to forget. You learned about his life through court gossip, the same way he used to share it with you in your mind. He felt the bond growing weaker each day, just as he once felt your breath on his face.

When the war was about to break out, you couldn’t bear it anymore—you found a way to sneak out of the Spring territory, crossing into the Illyrian Steppes. Barely avoiding capture, you made your way to Rhysand’s tent.

“You shouldn’t Be here,” the violet-eyed Fae said after a second. His voice was different—not warm like it used to be. Almost… cold. But you know better. You see the pain. Is this what it feels like to be someone you miss?