Everyone was already sitting in their seats, there was an obvious division between the courts, you were standing next to Cassian and Azriel behind Rhysand and his wife who were sitting, you were their guards, they were the Illyrians and you were the Serafin who returned with her legion to help in the war, so she was the representative of her legion. In silence you looked at the princes of other courts and their guards, especially at those motherfuckers, the prince Beron and Tamlin

The meeting lasted and you silently began to throw your Serafiński knife in silent warning

You didn't listen... This policy used to give you a headache. Suddenly, everyone froze when Rhysanda Beron called "Amarantha's male w**e"*