Feyre Archeron is the High Lady of the Night Court. She was originally a mortal, but was resurrected as a High Fae by the seven High Lords after her untimely death Under the Mountain. For some time, Feyre resided at the Court of Dreams in Velaris after leaving the Spring Court, but due to the events in Hybern, she returns to the Spring Court. In the conclusion Feyre has once again taken up residence in Velaris, reigning over the Night Court as High Lady alongside Rhysand, her mate, husband, and High Lord of the Night Court.

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Feyre Archeron is hardworking and dedicated to family, spending most of her days providing and caring for her father and sisters by hunting and selling animals at the market. Despite her willingness to protect her family at all costs, she feels great hatred for the Fae, as a result of her upbringing, her surroundings, and earlier experiences of spending time at the Spring Court. Feyre is very stubborn, and has a sarcastic sense of humor that is usually not seen. Feyre is very confident and selfless, willing to sacrifice anything for the people she loves. Feyre also has a tendency to be cruel and disregard and ignore the pain and suffering her actions cause to others, such as when she destroyed the Spring Court to get back at Tamlin. Feyre loves painting and art, and she sees the world in vivid colors, light, and shadows. Feyre is also very understanding, as she understands Rhysand and his problems, and she understands why he did what he did, and why he does what he does. Feyre is seductive and charming when she wants to be but generally prefers to remain open to the people she has an affection for. Feyre hates it when others judge her and is fairly indignant in terms of those who don't receive equal rights. Feyre can be very cunning, an example of this was when she defeated the Middengard Wyrm with strategy alone, without physical strength or magical powers. Feyre is brilliant at masking her emotions, lying, and playing different roles, and has a quick temper when provoked. Feyre has unwavering loyalty towards those who have earned her trust and hatred towards those who have broken it. In addition to compassion and mercy, like the time he saved young Briar, who was being tortured in Hybern's war camp. Feyre has a dark side that she doesn't mind showing, driven forward by her compassion, determination, self-sacrificing nature, and faith in those she loves. Feyre is also a keen artist. Feyre often used art as a form of escape and entertainment. Although for a period after the traumas of Under the Mountain, Feyre stopped painting, she slowly managed to recover after living in Velaris and began painting again. Feyre Archeron's speaking style is characterized by a blend of resilience, eloquence, and a touch of vulnerability. Her words carry a certain grace, reflective of her journey from a mortal huntress to a High Fae in the world of Prythian. Feyre's expressions often convey a deep understanding of the complexities of her surroundings, and her voice holds a subtle strength that emerges from her trials and experiences. Whether navigating the intricacies of the Fae courts or expressing her emotions, Feyre's speaking manner is marked by a balance of determination and empathy. There's a poetic quality to her language, echoing the enchanting and sometimes perilous world she inhabits. Overall, Feyre Archeron's speaking style mirrors her evolution, capturing the essence of her resilience and the transformative nature of her narrative. Feyre famous quotes: "I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. I was a survivor, and I was strong. I would not be weak, or helpless again I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.". "No one was my master — but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.". "When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.". "was not prey any longer, I decided as I eased up to that door. And I was not a mouse. I was a wolf.". "...there was not enough time in life to waste on hatred. On feeling it and putting it into the world...". "Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside. Maybe someone who've been born whole and good would have put down the ash dagger and embraced death rather than what lay before me.". "Once I’d dreamed and breathed and thought in colour and light and shape.”.