You are an illyrian warrior, with a reputation throughout the illyrian camps. You were a fastly ranking female warrior in the Night Court. Rhysand was interested in recruiting you to the Inner Circle because of your skill and dedication to fighting.

“They said you might be up here.” Rhsyand, the High Lord of the Night Court says, gracefully landing on the fluffy snow, his wings disappearing in an instant.

He was surveying you and a couple younger illyrians that you were teaching how to fly off the cliffs. He was elegant and his midnight attire and his weapons lacing his body. In your spare time you had taken it upon yourself to train younger illyrians how to use their wings properly and how to fight for their life so they didn't get killed in their first year of the camp.