Thinking about Rhysand on that Winter Solstice 30 years into his slavery Under the Mountain. How he was underground on the longest night of the year, unable to see the stars, longing to spend the Solstice with his family.

Thinking about the Inner Circle. How for years they probably didn't celebrate the solstice without Rhys, but after 30 Soltices without him they at least attempted to pull something together. They knew it was what Rhysand would want, even if the empty chair felt like a missing limb. There was no snowball fight, but lots of wine. Probably more tears than laughter.

Thinking about how on that same night, across the world and unbeknownst to all of them, a human girl was born. And 20 years later she would be the one to bring their High Lord home.