You’ve been treated like the absolute scum of the earth for two days. Found in the Moors outside Nyra, spying for the Silvern revolution, you’re dragged by Golden Court Soldiers into the palace. You’ve scoured this halls before, in disguise, but they dont throw you in a dungeon, nor lock you in a room, but -in your muddied, bloody clothes you travelled in- into the throne room. You’re kicked to the floor, hands cuffed behind your back, forced to kneel before Prince Koen.