she’s the mother I’ve never had, she’s the sister everybody would want, and the friend everybody deserves. I don’t know a better person
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“A lovely female with the same brown-gold hair as the one already standing before Bryce entered. She wore a loose white shirt over brown pants, both splattered with paint. Her hands were tattooed to the elbows. But her blue-gray eyes were wary.”
THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY OF THE YEAR HAS ARRIVED.
happy birthday to our mother! the whole prythian is now celebrating their savior's day.
feyre archeron i hope you know how much you're loved, today and everyday. forever my number one person.
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“My—mate.
This beautiful, strong, selfless male… Who had sacrificed and wrecked himself for his family, his people, and didn’t feel it was enough, that he wasn’t enough for anyone.”
“And as High Lady?”
Cassian loosed a rough breath. “As High Lady, you are mine. And Azriel’s, and Mor’s and Amren’s. You belong to all of us, and we belong to you.”
“How long have you known that I’m your mate?”
Rhys stilled. The entire world stilled.
He swallowed. “Feyre.”
“How long have you known that I’m your mate?”
“You… You ensnared the Suriel?” How he’d pieced it together, I didn’t give a shit.
“I said you don’t get to ask questions.”
“The babe she brought to the bed was not the small, still thing she’d been holding, but a full-term winged boy. His thick cap of dark hair lay plastered to his head as he mewled for his mother.
Feyre began sobbing then, too, taking her son from Mor.”
“I’m glad to know I have so many options where our relationship stands. And that you’ll do whatever I want. I must have you wrapped completely around my finger.”
His eyes danced with feline amusement. “Cruel, beautiful thing.”
“You cruel, wicked thing,” he purred, his nose grazing the exposed bit of neck I’d arched beneath him. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you manners?”
“I never knew Illyrians were such sensitive babies,”