““She doesn’t need anything,” Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien. Elain was staring at the spymaster now—unblinkingly.”

rhysand: why is their door closed?

feyre: theyre married

rhysand: cant they be married with the door open

azriel: [says something]

elain: [throws her head back laughing]

rhysand: [from the other side of the room] HES NOT EVEN THAT FUNNY

elriel: [holds hands]

rhysand: [lets out the dirtiest string of curse words while holding nyx] do you two MIND i mean there are CHILDREN HERE 

rhysand: [walking elain down the aisle] have u given any thoughts to divorce

rhysand: elain told me shes unhappy with her life with you

azriel: [stares blankly at him while elain reads a magazine while sitting on his lap]

• The main places in the Townhouse consist of foyer + dining room + sitting room ( black marble fireplace, wall bookshelves, liquor cabinet) + near the kitchen

• HOSAB

A door creaked open. Warm air greeted her, then the door shut.

The front door in the foyer opened, and multiple people rushed in, males and females, all speaking that strange language.

• ACOMAF

I missed the cozy warmth of the town house to welcome me in from the crisp winter,

• ACOWAR

a knock on the front door sounded. I glanced to the clock in the sitting room across the foyer.

He set her down gently on the foyer carpet, having carried her in through the front door.

• HOSAB

A door creaked open. Warm air greeted her, then the door shut. He said something she didn’t understand, and then she was toppling forward— He gave no warning as he hauled her over a shoulder and tromped down a set of stairs before entering somewhere

• ACOMAF

I made for the stairs—at the top of which now stood Nuala and Cerridwen, wincing at the front door.

• HOSAB

  Floorboards groaned beneath his boots,

solid ground, carpets cushioning her feet.

  Dark oak wood floors and furniture. Rich, velvet fabrics.

  The male dropped the dagger to the plush carpet.

• ACOMAF

town house foyer—and we both collapsed to the wood floor, spraying sand and water on the carpet

• ACOWAR

The foyer carpet cushioned the impact as I sank to my knees.

• ACOFAS

swept up pine needles we’d scattered over the carpets, and generally shook his head at everything.

ancient wood floorboards creaking beneath my boots

Floorboards groaned beneath his boots,- Hosab

ancient wood floorboards creaking beneath my boots - Acofas

• ACOSF

The riverfront “house” was actually an estate, and so new and clean and beautiful that Nesta remembered her shoes were covered in stale wine precisely as she strode through the towering marble archway and into the shining front hall, tastefully decorated in shades of ivory and sand.

The faelights in each nest-shaped orb cast shimmering reflections on the polished pale wood floors,

• ACOFAS

The faelights in each golden orb cast shimmering reflections on the polished white marble floors,

• HOSAB

A crackling fire. Books on the shelves lining one wall. A cart of liquor in crystal decanters beside the black marble fireplace.

• ACOMAF

black marble fireplace, lots of comfortable, elegant, but worn furniture, and bookshelves built into every wall.

while his other hand idly gripped a glass of some sort of liquor, a crystal decanter full of it set on the table before him.

• ACOFAS

Elain had plastered a smile onto her face as she led Nesta not toward the fire as she’d promised, but the liquor cabinet.

The sun was sinking toward the distant sea beyond Velaris when Rhys stood at the black marble mantel of the town house sitting room and lifted his glass of wine.

• HOSAB

And through the archway beyond the winged male, a foyer and a dining room.

entering somewhere … nice-smelling. Roses? Bread? I consider bread and roses came from the kitchen and the garden which are nearby with each other following “I observed rather pointlessly, peering out the kitchen window at the garden beyond as I rinsed off the plate, fork, and cup.”- ACOFAS

• ACOMAF

what was unmistakably a foyer of someone’s house.

I assumed would lead to a kitchen. A town house.

• ACOWAR

His metal eye whirred, while the other warily scanned the rooms flanking the foyer: the dining room and sitting room

We stood in the foyer, Nesta lingering at the dining table behind me.

• ACOFAS

But two massive figures filled the archway of the dining room, and Rhys paused.

Elain looked over a shoulder at me as we entered the foyer, then turned left—to the dining room. In the sitting room across the way, all conversation halted at the smell of food.

Elain met me halfway to the kitchen, bearing a tray of jam tarts toward the table in the dining room.

• Acomaf: the sleeping winter garden

It faced a walled, winter-kissed garden in the back of the town house, the large windows peering over the sleeping stone fountain in its center, drained for the season.

I took in the clothes, then the room, then the winter garden and the slumbering fountain beyond, and Rhysand’s earlier words clicked into place.

• Acowar: Elain started to tend the garden but still have no obvious result

I stood at the kitchen window, staring at the garden in full summer splendor, not quite seeing the blooms Elain Archeron had tended these weeks.

• Acofas: Elain again working on the garden preparing for the winter. She even have sketches to expand the garden

Elain had already readied the garden for winter, veiling the more delicate bushes and beds with burlap.

Azriel and Elain remained in the sitting room, my sister showing him the plans she’d sketched to expand the garden in the back of the town house, using the seeds and tools my family had given her tonight.

• Hosab: Elain’s garden had finally shown the result

entering somewhere … nice-smelling. Roses? Bread? They ate bread in Hel? Had flowers?

• Acowar: Elain start to learn how to bake from Nuala & Cerridwen

Elain stood between Nuala and Cerridwen at the long worktable. All three of them covered in flour. Some sort of doughy mess on the surface before them.“We’re making bread.”

She was … doing something. Learning something. “We’ll leave you to your baking.”

• Acofas: Seems like Elain is already a certified baker

Elain straightened from the piping-hot loaves of bread she’d hauled from the oven, her hair half up, the apron over her rose-pink gown dusted with flour.

Elain met me halfway to the kitchen, bearing a tray of jam tarts toward the table in the dining room. Where an assortment of baked goods had already begun to take form, tiered cakes and iced cookies. Sugar-frosted buns and caramel-drizzled fruit pies. “Those look pretty,” I told her by way of greeting, nodding toward the heart-shaped cookies on her tray. All of it looked pretty.

• Hosab: Petition for Elain to have her own bakery

entering somewhere … nice-smelling. Roses? Bread? They ate bread in Hel? Had flowers?

There wasn’t a servant or gardener who didn’t smile at her, and even the brusque head cook found excuses to bring her plates of cookies and tarts at various points in the day.

she was generous, loving, and kind—a woman I found myself proud to know, to call sister.

She nodded, tears in her eyes. “I would have liked to see the continent with you, Feyre.”

“Feyre gave and gave—for years. Let us now help her. Help … others.”

Elain had always been gentle and sweet—and I had considered it a different sort of strength. A better strength. To look at the hardness of the world and choose, over and over, to love, to be kind. She had been always so full of light.

“that one summer, when I was seventeen, Elain bought me some paint? We’d had just enough to spend on extra things, and she bought me and Nesta presents. She didn’t have enough for a full set, but bought me red and blue and yellow. I used them to the last drop, stretching them as much as I could, and painted little decorations in our cottage.”

Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, “Don’t you touch my sister.”

That Elain … Elain had defended this thief. Elain, who it had gifted with such powers, found her so lovely it had wanted to give her something … It would not harm Elain, even in its hunt to reclaim what had been taken.

Elain floated to my side. “Happy birthday, Feyre.” Elain said as the others gathered round. “Because you’re the foundation, the one who lifts us. You always have been.”

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