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October 2 - October 7, 2025
We had both fought for that love, bled for it. Rhys had died for it.
She loves you—in a way I’ve never seen anybody love anyone.”
“I get jealous sometimes. I’d never begrudge you for your happiness, but what you two have, Rhys …”
“It’s the legends, the lies, they spin us when we’re children.
“You’ve already paid for it, Rhys. Both of you. And then some.”
“You were meant to be at my side from the very beginning.”
I think my heart knew you were mine long before I ever realized it.”
“I love you,” he breathed. “More than life, more than my territory, more than my crown.”
I could rip him apart after we attained it.
I had everything—everything I’d wished for, dreamed of, begged the stars to grant me.
“You deserve everything that has befallen you. You deserve this pathetic, empty house, your ravaged lands. I don’t care if you offered that kernel of life to save me, I don’t care if you still love my mate. I don’t care that you saved her from Hybern, or a thousand enemies before that.” The words poured out, cold and steady. “I hope you live the rest of your miserable life alone here. It’s a far more satisfying end than slaughtering you.”
“I have to create, or it was all for nothing. I have to create, or I will crumple up with despair and never leave my bed. I have to create because I have no other way of voicing this.” Her hand rested on her heart, and my eyes burned. “It is hard,” the weaver said, her stare never leaving mine, “and it hurts, but if I were to stop, if I were to let this loom or the spindle go silent …” She broke my gaze at last to look to her tapestry. “Then there would be no Hope shining in the Void.”
“Because you’re the foundation, the one who lifts us. You always have been.”
Look at how I fuck you, Feyre.
“So build a house for us, Feyre. Dream as wildly as you want. It’s yours.”
“Do you think she will forgive me?” The question was a rasp.
