I'm not entirely sure Velaris is prepared for Nesta Archeron.

I glanced at my mate- the male who had always presented me with a choice not as a gift, but as my own gods-given right.

...light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kidness can thrive even amongst cruelty.

It took me a long while to realize that Rhysand, whether he knew it or not, had effectively kept me from shattering completely.

You didn't tell me this would happen."
"You didn't ask. So how am I to blame?

He had stayed. And fought for me.
Week after week, he’d fought for me, even when I had no reaction , even when I had barely been able to speak or bring myself to care if I lived or died or ate or starved. I couldn’t leave him to his own dark thoughts, his own guilt. He’d shouldered them alone long enough.