Chapter no 45 – 46

Chapter no 45

Feyre, experiencing an out-of-body state, watches events unfold through Rhysand’s eyes. Amarantha, realizing her defeat, retreats in fear as Tamlin rises, consumed by fury. He shifts into his beast form and launches a brutal attack, slamming Amarantha against the wall and overpowering her with golden light shielding him from her magic. Amidst the chaos, faeries and High Fae rally against Amarantha’s guards, and Tamlin delivers the final blow, driving a sword through her head and tearing out her throat, ending her reign of terror.

As silence falls, Rhysand’s perspective reveals Tamlin returning to his human form, rushing to Feyre’s broken body. He cradles her lifeless form, tears streaming down his face as he mourns her sacrifice. Around them, the faeries and High Fae who had endured Amarantha’s tyranny watch in somber reverence. Lucien, along with his father, the High Lord of the Autumn Court, steps forward, beginning a ritual to save Feyre, offering a spark of their power to her still form.

One by one, the other High Lords of Prythian approach—Summer, Winter, Dawn, and Day—each contributing a glowing seed of their power to Feyre. These gifts, symbolic and rare, represent an ancient rite of gratitude and restoration, honoring her sacrifice. Their light falls upon Feyre, merging with her and setting the stage for her rebirth. The solemn unity of the High Lords underscores the magnitude of what Feyre has done, as they repay her bravery with their collective magic.

Finally, Rhysand steps forward, returning the piece of Feyre’s soul he had been tethered to, while adding his own gift of light. His words, “This makes us even,” reveal his deep respect for her sacrifice, even laced with his characteristic humor. Tamlin, overcome with grief and love, channels his own power into Feyre. As he cradles her, he whispers his love for her and presses his glowing hand to her heart, completing the ritual.

Tamlin’s final act of love and the combined magic of the High Lords restore Feyre’s life, transforming her in ways that will forever tie her to Prythian. The culmination of their power and Tamlin’s devotion brings her back, signaling not just her rebirth, but the dawn of a new era of freedom and possibility for their realm.

Chapter no 46

Feyre awakens in a strange, golden darkness, swimming upward toward life, where Tamlin waits for her. Gasping for air, she finds herself on the cold floor of Amarantha’s throne room, alive, unbroken, and transformed into a High Fae. Her senses are heightened, her body stronger, and her skin gleams with an otherworldly light. But as she processes her immortality, the weight of what she has done—killing two innocent faeries—presses heavily on her soul. Amid the hushed crowd, she sees Amarantha’s lifeless body and Tamlin’s unveiled face, finally free of the curse, glowing with joy as he holds her.

The hours following Amarantha’s death are a whirlwind of celebration, chaos, and quiet mourning. Feyre struggles to reconcile her transformation and the gratitude of the faeries with the blood on her hands. High Fae from other courts ensure Amarantha’s realm is sealed and destroyed. Tamlin, noticing her turmoil, leads her away to a private room, where he tends to her remaining wounds. Despite his gratitude and tender reassurances, Feyre is haunted by the lives she took, unable to find solace in her new form or the freedom she fought for.

In the quiet of the night, Feyre is summoned by a tug in her chest, leading her to Rhysand on a mountain balcony. They exchange words under the open sky, where Rhys reveals his reasons for helping her—to stand against Amarantha and ensure she did not fight or die alone. Their shared pain, as survivors of Amarantha’s cruelty, creates an unspoken connection. Rhysand’s parting words urge Feyre to cherish her human heart, warning her to pity those who feel nothing at all. But as he leaves, something in her face visibly shocks him, and he disappears abruptly.

The next day, Feyre and Tamlin leave the mountain together, with Tamlin sealing its entrance behind them. Feyre’s thoughts linger on the faeries she killed and the hole in her chest that immortality cannot fill, but the sight of Tamlin’s lands—lush, green, and alive—momentarily lifts her spirits. They return to the manor, where laughter and joy fill the air as Alis and her boys enjoy their freedom. Feyre is struck by the beauty of the home she fought so hard to return to and the life she can now share with Tamlin.

Standing on the hill overlooking their lands, Feyre and Tamlin embrace, basking in the peace and hope of their reunion. The horrors of what Feyre endured and the stains on her soul remain, but she allows herself to smile, knowing there will be time to face the darkness tomorrow. For now, with Tamlin’s arm around her and the promise of a new beginning, she takes his hand and whispers, “Let’s go home.”