Let's say, the day of the wedding of Prythian's Savior and the High Lord of Spring's wedding was never dramatically crashed by Rhys. Let's say, when Feyre begs for help, he doesn't come to her aid, thinking, she'd be better off without him, and gets 'rip-roaring drunk' with Cassian. Let's say, Rhysand never tells the Inner Circle that Feyre is his mate. Let's say, instead of a decision being made, they both suffer. For years.
Let's say, the wedding continues, Feyre is the Lady of Spring, and heirs are brought into this cruel, conniving world. Let's say, the other two Archeron sisters are in danger, that Hybern never invades at this time...
Let's say, there are things... other things, worse off in other realities.
You never know if you're in the wrong reality, or the right one. But let's say: They're all wrong.
The magic of Prythian is fading, and with it everything that Zaria loves. As daughter of Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court, her father's reputation precedes her, but she is determined to save the only home she's ever known. Across the realm, Nyx struggles with the pressure of the legacy he carries as Rhysand's son, the most powerful High Lord of all time, the High Lord of the Night Court. In an unlikely alliance forged from family rivalry and an unwanted mating bond, Nyx and Zaria are Prythian's last hope of existence. Together, they must travel through the seven courts, reconciling their differences to save their home, and their parents.
**Inspiration taken from the world created by Sarah J Maas**