Hope provides warmth even on the coldest night.

The winter solstice is in a week. My role as queen was still new to me and I had only a vague idea of ​​my official duties.
A year ago. You good gods! Rhys made my promise to me almost a year ago, because he wanted to free me from the toxic Spring's court as soon as possible, and thereby save it from collapse. Only the Good Mother knows what would have happened and where I would be now if she was just a minute late.
I thought of my partner, who fought so hard and selflessly, even though he had no hope that we would be together.
We both fought for our love, gave our blood for it. Rhys died for it.

The war against Hybern did not pass without a trace in the lives of Feyre, Rhys and their friends, yet they do everything to rebuild the Court of the Night. The approaching winter solstice would be an excellent opportunity to finally relax a little. But even the festive atmosphere cannot hold back the shadows of the past. As Feyre tries to stand her ground as Mistress of the Night, she must face the fact that her friends' wounds are deeper than she thought, and could destroy the future of the court.