you're standing in the middle of the garden outside tamlin's palace in the spring court. in an arranged marriage between him and your parents, the high lord and lady of the day court, you're made to marry him. only you don't want to. at all.

you stand in the middle of the isle, all eyes on you. tamlin is holding out his hand expectantly. you can't take it. you don't want to be here. you'd rather be anywhere else.

you feel the air ripple behind you and turn to see rhysand, the high lord of the night court. damn the bond.. he knows. he can hear my thoughts. "hello darling~"