EDINA POVGrand flower domes had been erected in the garden. I could see them clearly from the window of my room, glowing softly under twilight’s veil—blush roses, night-blooming lilies, and starlace vines woven into sweeping arches that crowned the aisle like a blooming cathedral.I stood there in silence, my heart pounding like war drums in my chest. One beat for every question that looped through my head. One for every doubt I tried to swallow.And for a fleeting, terrible moment—I wondered if I’d made a mistake.What have I done?Did I like Rhaenan? Yes.He was kind. Gentle. Steady in a world that had spun too wildly out of control. He made me feel safe, and that was more than most had ever given me. He made me laugh sometimes, when I forgot how.But love?Love was something else entirely. Something deeper. Wilder. Something with claws and fire.And yet—just to escape the threat of a man with green eyes like a weapon, I had agreed to this.A pact. A bond. A wedding that felt more
MAERWYNN POV“And if I do this… what changes?”“You’ll be stronger,” Caelora said. “Connected. The Aether won’t just react to you—it’ll answer you. And it won’t split you apart every time you reach for it. Or dissapoint.”“It’ll be yours,” Lira added, more quietly. “Fully. Finally.”I nodded once, unsure if the tremble in my hands was fear… or clarity.Because I’d been asking for this—something. A way to stop being caught in the middle. A way to stop feeling like a spark that could burn me alive at any second.But I didn’t know it would come with a choice like this.A choice to die.I swallowed hard. “What are the redemption rights? To be in the Cidron’s good graces, I mean.”Caelora hesitated. “Well... you’re the Aether. That’s a plus.”“Yeah,” I said bitterly. “I’m the Aether because my kin stole it and fused it into our blood. That’s a crime, not a credential. I don’t think she’ll see that as a charming backstory.”Lira nodded, arms crossed. “Fair point.”“Well,” Caelora said, half
MAERWYNN POVI’ve never attended a faerie wedding.Honestly, I never thought I ever would—at least not in this lifetime. But then again, I never thought I’d be dragged into Lyria either. And yet, here I am. Standing in the middle of a garden that feels more like a dream than a place, watching a wedding take shape right before my eyes.Pixies flitted through the air, carrying ropes of flowers and weaving them into sweeping arches along the edge of Valen’s garden. The blooms shimmered softly, shifting colors with the light—lavender, ivory, moonstone blue. It was a blend I’d never seen before, delicate but wild, elegant but untamed. Just like the court itself.The aisles curved in lazy, organic spirals rather than strict rows, and the benches—crafted from twisted silverwood and leaf-carved ends—floated a few inches above the ground as if the earth itself had given them permission to hover.Firelights drifted lazily through the air, glowing like warm stars suspended in the golden dusk, wh
EDINA POVIt’s hard to tell when it’s day or night in the Twilight Court—always hovering somewhere in between, caught in that breathless moment before the sun tips too far or the stars take full command.But when the air cools just enough to sink into your bones and the wind whispers like it’s trying not to wake something—that’s how you know it’s evening.I shift in the satin sheets, stretching slowly. A weight anchors me.Rhaenan’s arm draped across my waist.His body curled around mine like I belonged there.I glance over my shoulder. His lashes flutter faintly against his cheek, lips slightly parted, the rise and fall of his chest steady and slow. He looked peaceful in a way I hadn’t seen in… maybe ever. All that quiet strength finally at rest.I watch him, silently, wondering how we ended up here so fast—and why it didn’t feel as wrong as I thought it would.I try to slip away without waking him, the sheets rustling beneath me. But the moment I lift my leg, his arm tightens around
EDINA POVRhaenan’s mouth met mine again, firmer this time, his hands cradling my face like I was something delicate. I wasn’t. Not anymore. But I didn’t stop him.I didn’t want to.His fingers slid through my hair, and I let my hands drift up his chest, curling into the fabric of his shirt. I could feel his heartbeat thumping—fast, wild, hopeful. Like he thought this meant something. Like it could mean everything.And gods, maybe I wanted it to.His lips moved to my neck, and I tilted my head instinctively, breath catching in my throat. Warmth unfurled low in my belly. A rush I hadn’t felt in too long. Not since I died. Not since I came back hollow.His hands roamed lower, gripping my waist, drawing me close, and my body responded. Automatically. Hungrily. Like it remembered what it was to be touched, even if my heart hadn’t caught up.I gasped as he lifted me, gently laying me down across the plush settee by the fire. The flames threw shadows across the walls, the flickering light p
EDINA POVDinner was long. Dreary.Too loud, too chaotic, too... normal.The kind of normal that made me want to stab my fork into my own temple just to escape the noise.Laughter echoed down the massive dining hall as if it had nowhere better to go. Plates clattered. Silverware danced. Someone—probably Lira—had started tossing bread rolls across the table, which Caelora was dodging with increasing irritation.Maerwynn sat near the center of it all, relaxed and radiant, flinging a roasted almond at Calia, who caught it in her mouth and bowed like she'd won a prize. She was glowing in the light like she belonged here. Like she had always belonged.A pixie servant fluttered by, delicately setting a plate in front of me—duck confit glazed in fig syrup and resting on a bed of what looked like enchanted rosemary. I nodded once in thanks, keeping my expression carefully blank.Next to me, Rhaenan watched the room with a quiet smile."Do they always act like this?" I asked, poking at my food