I turned.
Rhysand leaned against the archway into the sitting room, arms crossed, wings nowhere to be seen, dressed in his usual immaculate black jacket and pants.
And as those violet eyes met mine, as that familiar half smile faded

You're still lovely," Mor said a bit gently.
Elain offered a half smile. "I suppose that war makes wanting things like that unimportant."
Mor was quiet for a heartbeat. "Perhaps. But you should not let war steal it from you regardless.

I want to share this bed with you, though," I breathed. "I want you to hold me."
Stars flickered to life in his eyes. "Always," he promised, kissing my brow, his wings now enveloping me completely. "Always.

I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything I am.

The great joy and honour of my life has been to know you. To call you my family. And I am grateful - more than I can possibly say - that I was given this time with you all

Kindness can thrive even amongst cruelty.