Leena

“Keep reaching out your hand.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Rhys lifted his head. "This is a bad idea."

Cassian winked. "That should be written on the Night Court crest.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Then Rhys fell to his knees and took Nesta's hands in his, pressing his mouth to her fingers. "Thank you," he wept, head bowed. Cassian knew it wasn't in gratitude for Rhy's own life that he knelt upon the sacred tattoos inked upon his knees.

Nesta dropped to the carpet. Lifted Rhy's face in her hands, studied what lay in it. Then she threw her arms around the High Lord of the Night Court and held him tightly.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Gwyn whispered, "I am the rock against which the surf crashes." Nesta straightened at the words, as if they were a prayer and a summons. Gwyn lifted the blade. "Nothing can break me."

Cassian's throat tightened, and even from across the ring he could see Nesta's eyes gleaming with pride and pain.

Emerie said, "Nothing can break us ."

The world seemed to pause at the words. As if it had been following one path and now branched off in another direction. In a hundred years, a thousand, this moment would still be etched in his mind. That he would tell his children, his grandchildren, Right then and there. That was when it all changed.

Azriel went wholly still, as if he, too, had felt the shift. As if he, too, were aware that far larger forces peered into that training ring as Gwyn moved.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames