SJMweek ☆ Day 4: A court of …

     “To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys.“
     Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen—and the dreams that are answered.”

@acotarnet event 10: rhysand and feyre as hades and persephone

“You think I don’t know how stories get written—how this story will be written?“
Rhys put his hands on his chest, his face more open, more anguished than I’d seen it. "I am the dark lord, who stole away the bride of spring. I am a demon, and a nightmare, and I will meet a bad end. He is the golden prince—the hero who will get to keep you as his reward for not dying of stupidity and arrogance.”

make me choose: @kevlnday​ asked ⟶ cardan or rhysand
“He thinks he’ll be remembered as the villain in the story” 
She snorted. 
“But I forgot to tell him,” I said too quietly, opening the door, “that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key.” 
“Oh?” 
I shrugged, “He was the one who let me out.”

@acotarnet event 6: friendships  ⟶ Feyre and Cassian

I met Cassian’s gaze, if only because having Rhysand defend me might very well make me crumble a bit more. And maybe it made me as mean as an adder, maybe I relished being one, but I said, “How the hell did you manage to survive this long without anyone killing you?”
     Cassian tipped back his head and laughed, a full, rich sound that bounced off the ruddy stones of the House.

“I was forced to watch as my father butchered the female I loved. My brothers forced me to watch.”
     My heart tightened for him—for the pain that haunted him.
     “There was no magic spell, no miracle to bring her back. There were no gathered High Lords to resurrect her. I watched, and she died, and I will never forget that moment when I heard her heart stop beating.”
     My eyes burned.
     “Tamlin got what I didn’t,” Lucien said softly, his breathing ragged

Happy birthday Sage, @cristinarosales!!!

Bits of stardust glowed on his lips as he pulled away, as I stared up at him, breathless, while he smiled. The smile the world would likely never see, the smile he’d given up for the sake of his people, his lands. He said softly, “I am … very glad I met you, Feyre.”
     I blinked away the burning in my eyes. “Come on,” I said, tugging on his hand. “Let’s go join the dance.”

@acotarnet event 5: locations ⟶ The Moonstone Palace

”Welcome to the night court” was all Rhys said.
     It was the most beautiful place I had ever seen.

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              ↳ #3 Rhysand

No wings. No weapons. No sign of the warrior. Nothing but the cruel, elegant High Lord the world believed him to be. His hands were in his pockets, his black tunic seeming to gobble up the light. And on his head sat a crown of stars.
     No sign of the male who had been drinking on the roof; no sign of the fallen prince kneeling on his bed. The full impact of him threatened to sweep me away.
     Here - Here was the most powerful High Lord ever born.
     The face of dreams and nightmares.

I was not prey any longer, I decided as I eased up to that door.
And I was not a mouse.

I was a wolf.

My friend through many dangers.
My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul.
My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds. insp