The Weight
of Home

After the war, the Inner Circle of the Night Court is learning how to be a family. Feyre finds them all gathered in the House of Wind — Cassian cooking too much, Mor pouring wine without asking, Amren stealing the best seat. No one speaks of the dead. They simply exist in the same space, shoulders touching, laughter low and real. Later, when the others have gone to bed, Rhysand pulls Feyre into his lap and breathes her in. For the first time since Under the Mountain, the Night Court feels like home rather than a fortress.