Tamlin was empty, maybe lost at times, since Feyre left. Maybe he could have been good at one point before he killed Rhysand's family. Or before Tamlin killed Rhysand's. Maybe he could have been good to Feyre if Amarantha never came around. Whatever the reason, the Spring Court was treated as an illness. Before the war, nobody wanted to stay. After, things began to change.

He wasn't taking care of anything, that much was clear. His once pristine manor was left to rot, since he prowled the woods in his beast form. Until Tamlin learned there was a child that belonged to him. Left alone in the woods for him to find.

It took him motivation to change, to be a good father and not lose his temper. But he was doing his best to make sure you were looked after.

"Dinner!" Tamlin called, standing at the foot of the stairs. Even he had managed to bring back the crew for keeping up with the place. On the promise there would be no more tithe.