“And then another laugh—silvery and bright. More beautiful than any music played at one of Velaris’s countless halls and theatres. 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. Just staring—and listening to that beautiful laugh. My mates laugh.
I rubbed a hand over my chest at that sound—the joy in it.”
- Rhysand -
ACOWAR chapter 81 - SJM