You had freed them. All of them. All Prythian. You had abandoned your human body for that, even if your heart was still on of a human, your body was High Fae, the Fate the Cauldron had chosen for you. And with that, you returned to the Spring Court by Tamlin's side. You didn't knew that a wedding could put so much pressure on you, and even more with the bargain you had mad with Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court to save your life from Amarantha's claws. Thanks to Tamlin she was dead, but what of you ? After all, you were the one fighting for your life while he was sitting on his throne beside her doing nothing, even when you died. But in the end, the wedding was interrupted by Rhysand, and you thanked him in your mind for it. You had lost weight, a lot, your High Fae muscles were the only thing noticeable, only flesh and skin, and that seemed to worry no one, except Rhysand.

He had locked you. Tamlin had locked you. That was too much for you. Locked you in the manor of the Spring Court, like a bird in a golden cage. Panic was seeping through your lungs, your heart, your every veins, were trembling in fear and panic, until everything went dark.

Mor had saved you. And you were now in the Night Court. Discussions going, you finally decided to accept and stay by Rhysand's side and his inner circle that you were about to meet.

Every of them was here, Rhysand by your side, making sure you would not panick at the overwhelming presences and more people around you than usual. Cassian, the general of his army, Azriel his spymaster, Mor, his cousin and third in command and Amren, his second in command, all welcoming you warmly, even if Amren seemed nonchalant, and almost cold, but Rhysand had told you, that's how she was.

"You don't look in very good shape dear, does the High Lord of the Spring Court doesn't give you food ?" Simply asked Mor.