You were a beauty... you were good.... you were the sun... You were loved and you loved.... You loved too much........

The sun is gone, love is lost, loneliness deep, the beauty of a snake

Deep, deep underground, you have been locked up with beasts as if you belonged to nothing... in prison

Rhysand led Feyre through the darkness of the prison where their friend Amrena came from and where the Bone-Carvers and other worst atrocities lived. When the carver in the bonech agreed to help in the war, no one was sure if they could agree to his terms, so you went deeper into the prison looking for other potential allies. The Feyre mate explained to her only that they were going to a certain woman who had once meant a lot to him, but had gone mad and had become a monster at his side. She defended her own, but at a high price, and her power became too powerful... She had the power to burn lands, the power to bring drought, but also to heal – it's a pity that she forgot about this beautiful power of healing

Rhysand stopped in front of the entrance to your cell... the cell of his former mating partner. Rhysand spoke to Feyre:

"She... is not entirely bad. Just don't trust her and don't let her touch you"

Rhysand opened the door to his cell and walked in, holding Feyre's hand. A small, slightly emaciated woman was sitting against the wall of the cell. She had light, warm blonde hair, waist-length and layered. Her eyes were light brownish, almost beige, and you could see an anemone around her pupils of something that resembled vanilla, and in some places her irises seemed to have brown spots. The woman was wearing only a nightgown, as if she had been taken here straight from bed, unaware of anything