I sit in silence while Feyre was dragged away each full moon. I see her slowly break, I can feel her spirit crush as each task chips more and more from her. The only comfort I have is Rhysand. Every time he comes to visit Feyre in this cell I can hear the hidden desire in his voice. Feyre might be blinded by her infatuation with the High Lord of Spring, but I can hear it clearly in his voice. With every carefully painted word, my respect for this man grows.

Last night Rhys sat in the silence of the cell. Long ago did Feyre fall asleep.

"You care for her don't you?" I state. No need to beat around the bush with the man who has shown his true colors in the passing moments.

"Yes," he whispers "I can't explain it, but the only thing that has kept me going through the last fifty years has been this dream. I am full of so much peace. I have never felt this way about another, but she is the one who holds me under the stars. I don't know what it means, but I can't let that dream go."

I nod with a smile. I grasp his hand in the dark.

"I am not going to make it out of here no matter what happens tomorrow," I state.

He tightens his hand around mine. "No. If she wins you will lose your memory forever. If she loses you will die."

I shudder thinking about a life where I don't remember my only friend. My only dream is still alive. I can feel the soft hand slowly wipe the tears that slipped out of my eyes.

"I promise that I won't let her forget you. I won't let her forget about the woman who sacrificed herself so she could dream."

I didn't know it at the time, but a single tattoo appeared above my heart. The single word Velaris.

"Promise me that you will keep her protected and loved," I demanded.

I never got an answer, but I knew it would be a promise he kept for the rest of his life. With that promise locked firmly in my mind, I fell asleep accepting my fate.

When I woke up, I knew that today was the final day. I am ripped from that cell. I am forced to sit in front of Amarantha's throne like a dog. I try to make out what is going on, but the sound from the crowd distorts my senses.

I am suddenly pulled into a vision that is not my own. It is almost as if I am seeing the world through another set of eyes. I hear a soft voice in my head.

"Quiet little Rose. You are seeing what I am seeing." Rhys whispers into my mind.

I sit transfixed as Feyre completes the final task.

It is not enough. I watch as Rhys tries to get to Feyre's dying body. I feel the desperation as if it was my own. I am panicking. I try to make my way to him. He dropped a single dagger in his frantic attack at an invisible wall. I feel the metal dagger and lift it in my hands.

I am brought back to the memory that led me to my destruction. I see the peaceful eyes of the wolf. It gives me the strength that I need. I lift the dagger and grab Rhys hand. I feel the talons sink into my skin, but I ignore the pain. I line my body up in front of his and take his sight as if it was my own. I lift my hand, as Feyre whispers the word that has been going on repeat in my head for the last month.

"Love. The answer to the riddle is love."

I quickly release the dragger and before my vision goes black forever more I watch the knife soar through the air and hit the target in the same way it hit my father. The same way it hit the wolf. Right in the heart.

It was not enough as I watched the light leave Amarantha's eyes because I saw Feyre give her final breath. Before I even know what is happening I am brought back to my childhood home in that tiny village with no memory of what happened under the mountain.

I could not see. I was battered and bruised. I couldn't even remember my name. My story.

But worst of all, I was dreamless once more.