Or at least that's how it reads to me. The main former alliance to fix is with Tamlin, after all. Lucien mentioned as much, Could also refer a bit to Eris, but more or less they are still allied, no?
Either way, it sounds like we might not have to live without Tamlin being mentioned after all ;D
One of these things is NOT like the other...
Love when the internet brings receipts in art form!
In Spring the wine Feyre drank is joyous and freeing...
How Feyre drinks wine in SPRING
"I said, and pointedly chugged the contents of the glass.” (Feyre willingly drinks the wine. It is her CHOICE)
'It was like a million fireworks exploding inside me, filling my veins with starlight. I laughed aloud'
'“I’m going to paint you,” I said, and giggled—actually giggled—as the words popped out.'
'I’d downed another glass of faerie wine. It was the most glorious thing I’d ever tasted. It liberated me from bonds I hadn’t known existed.'
'With each step, I savored the dampness of the grass beneath my bare feet.'
'I swayed on my feet as I watched the faeries dancing, circling the bonfire. Not formal dancing. It was like they were as loose as I was. Free. I loved them for it.'
'I began to dance in place before him. “I’ll look after her,” Tamlin murmured above the music, and I glowed, my dancing becoming faster."'
'Through it all, Tamlin and his musicians played such joyous music that I didn’t think the world could contain it all. I sashayed over to him, my faerie lord, my protector and warrior, my friend, and danced before him. He grinned at me, and I didn’t break my dancing as he rose from his seat and knelt before me in the grass, offering up a solo on his fiddle to me.'
***
I laughed so hard I thought I’d combust, and when I opened my eyes, I found Tamlin there, spinning me round and round. Everything became a blur of color and sound, and he was the only object in it, tethering me to sanity, to my body, which glowed and burned in every place he touched. I was filled with sunshine. It was like I’d never experienced summer before, like I’d never known who was waiting to emerge from that forest of ice and snow. I didn’t want it to end—I never wanted to leave this hilltop.
***
'I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world. He smiled at me, and I found myself smiling back. I didn’t need to pretend, didn’t need to be anything but what I was right then,'
***
I glanced at Tamlin, biting my lip. I’d practically floated into my bedroom that morning. But Tamlin’s gaze now roved my face as if searching for any tinge of regret, of fear. Ridiculous.
“You bit my neck on Fire Night,” I said under my breath. “If I can face you after that, a few kisses are nothing.” (The next day Feyre remembers the night before while having drunk wine but she remembers NOTING UTM after that wine…LET THAT SINK IN!)
How Feyre drinks wine UTM
Alis to Feyre before she went UTM
'“Don’t drink the wine—it’s not like what we had at the Solstice, and will do more harm than good.'
***
He (RHYSAND) smiled, and extended the goblet again. “Drink. You’ll need it.” Drink, my mind echoed, and my fingers stirred, moving toward the goblet. No. No, Alis said not to drink the wine here—wine that was different from that joyous, freeing solstice wine.
“Drink,” he said, and my traitorous fingers latched onto the goblet.'He (RHYSAND) smiled, and extended the goblet again. “Drink. You’ll need it.”
No. No, Alis said not to drink the wine here—wine that was different from that joyous, freeing solstice wine. “No,” I said, and some faeries who were watching us from a safe distance chuckled.
“Drink,” he said, and my traitorous fingers latched onto the goblet.'
***
'I awoke in my cell, still clad in that handkerchief he called a dress. Everything was spinning so badly that I barely made it to the corner before I vomited.'
***
'He (RHYSAND) had me dance until I was sick, and once I was done retching, told me to begin dancing again.
I awoke ill and exhausted each morning, and though Rhysand’s order to the guards had indeed held, the nightly activities left me thoroughly drained. I spent my days sleeping off the faerie wine, dozing to escape the humiliation I endured.'
***
'Rhysand gave me that goblet of faerie wine and I could lose myself for a few hours. I stopped contemplating Amarantha’s riddle—it was impossible.’ (see how she stops working on the riddle which is what Rhysand wanted bc he could not have her guess it and free Tamlin)
***
'So I greedily drank the wine, and I stopped caring about who I was and what had once mattered to me. I stopped thinking about color, about light, about the green of Tamlin’s eyes—about all those things I had still wanted to paint and now would never get to.'
***
‘...waiting for Rhysand to beckon me to drink the wine and dance or do whatever it was he wished of me...'
