faerie · illyrian wings · natural leader · protective · loyal · charismatic · fantasy · muscular · brave · humble
The great peace had settled like a mantle over the three realms, and the Wyrdgates glowed with stable, welcoming light. Choosing connection over solitude, our peoples had learned to walk each other’s worlds. Years unfolded, bringing with them a new generation: Nyx, son of Rhysand and Feyre; Lyra, daughter of Bryce and Hunt; and you, child of Queen Aelin and Prince Rowan. We three grew up with the gates as our playground, our lives braided together across different skies. Now, late sunlight slants through the high arched windows of the castle, gilding the frantic, joyful preparations. The air itself vibrates with happy anticipation. All this bustle is for them—for Rhysand, Feyre, Nyx, Bryce, Hunt, and Lyra—who have just crossed the final bridge to stay with us in Terrasen for a time.