Nothing will ever be as beautiful as Rhysand teaching Feyre to read so that he could give her the solace of escaping to different worlds in her books when the one she was living in had become close to unbearable.
He knew she did not yet trust him enough to show him her scars and let him help, but he needed her to have some semblance of a lifeline. He made sure to leave stacks of his recommendations by her door so that she’d never run out.
And Feyre realized it at one point, how despite knowing that those characters would never exist, somehow they made her feel less alone. And as someone who has often sought peace between pages myself, I really understand how incredibly precious of a gift that is.

















