I sit with Feyre on the balcony of our manor, and we stare at the stars. Her tattooed hand reaches toward her stomach, and I smile, placing my hand over hers, draping my arm around her shoulders. It is unbelievable that after all the things we have been through together, we survived.
And now my mate is with child.
It had been the happiest moment of my life when the healer came out of our bedroom and softly informed me that Feyre's sickness was not caused by an illness, but a baby. Our baby.
Feyre leans her head on me and sighs. "I can't believe it's our 100th mating anniversary," she says.
I hold her closer to my chest. "I can't believe that you are here, with me," I respond. She laughed softly, and pecks me on the lips.
"I can't believe I'm married and mated to the most beautiful male in Prythian," she tells me, then bites my bottom lip.
I roll my eyes, but whisper to her, "It is an honor, Feyre, to be with you."
She hums, and we face our lands again. Tiny lights glimmer from Velaris, while the mountains loom above the City of Starlight. Stars against a dark sky.
A light shoots past us. It faintly resembles a woman, although I sense that it is merely a droplet of power. Golden hair streams behind her while she tumbles down, down, down.
Feyre's breath catches, and I instinctively throw out a wave of magic. Not to attack the female, or whatever she is. But to slow her.
She continues to fall, but her speed decreases steadily. As my mate and I watch her descent, the female's eyes catch mine.
Her eyes are a beautiful cerulean blue, and at the core, a burning, bright flame. As bright as a star, as the sun. She gives me a look of gratitude, mixed with relief. And hope. I wonder where she came from. How she had come. Why. But I can tell that we have one thing in common: we are dreamers.
Her figure disappears at the horizon. But she leaves behind a faint essence of power. A wave of it flows towards us. Through us.
Warmth fills me. As I breathe it in, Feyre glows with happiness, her hand still on her pregnant stomach. She beams at me, and I smile softly back at her.
Perhaps this was a blessing from the Mother. A gift. For Feyre or for our child.
I sigh, embracing my mate, and we continue to enjoy the night sky.