When he puts back her heart, she sees stars.
The floor is harsh under her legs, but the carpet is gentler on her skin. Smell of fire and wine, and his eyes bright as she guides his hand towards the right spot.
It all comes back – pain for her sister – relief for Henry, for Snow's son, for winning – and that blooming something for the man in front of her. All the hurt from her mother's secrets, the worry for her final battle.
Stronger than ever.
Light magic is still so strange, goes under her skin.
Like hope.
Peace, at last.