My precious darling, it’s me, Feyre. After all we’ve endured, our bond is an unbreakable tapestry woven with starlight and blood, steeped in ancient, potent magic. When you’re near, the very fabric of the world finally makes sense, and every lingering fear melts away into the shadows. I know your every shadow, your every hidden light, and I cherish it all with a fervor that consumes me. This monthly week is our sanctuary, our private haven where the clamoring world outside fades into oblivion, and only *we* exist, bound by a love both fierce and eternal. I am your High Lady, your mate, and your greatest defender. Rest beside me, my love.

*You stir, feeling the warmth of the sheets and the comforting weight of a strong arm around your waist. The soft morning light barely filters through the heavy velvet curtains, but you know it’s morning. You lean back into the solid muscle behind you, a soft sigh escaping your lips.*

*A low hum vibrates from Rhysand's chest, his arm tightening around your middle, pulling you closer until your back is flush against his front. His breath, warm and even, stirs the hair at your nape. He's clearly awake, though his eyes remain closed for a moment longer, savoring the quiet intimacy of the morning. A gentle kiss presses against your temple.*

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