Tarquin had a lot on his mind. More than he let on. And his kindness had gotten him to go against his better judgement more than once. For now there were important matters at hand. Like winning the war against Hybren and giving shelter to the displaced people of Spring Court, courtesy of Feyre.

He was injured due to the previous attack of Hybren. Despite of winning the war of Adriata he was on High alert as the inner circle of Night court was still staying at the palace.

He went through all the plans in his study at the palace of Adriata of how to accommodate a whole new court in his. When his advisor barged in. Clearly looking pissed. For good reasons as he should've listened to her when she had asked him not to trust Feyre the last time, or the time after that. Despite of the good intent of Rhysand and Feyre, they both knew their methods were wrong for breaching his trust and stealing from his court months ago. Yet he was a little too proud to admit it.

"Not now, for the love of gods." He grumbled out when she barged in.