It wasn't every day that a prince would be called away from his kingdom to fight a battle against his own father and an ancient Fae Queen.

Of course, when is friend Aelin had called, Dorian had no choice but to answer. His powerful friend never picked battles needlessly.

So, upon arrival, Dorian sat next to his other longtime friend, Chaol, his once bodyguard, now best friend was there from a different part of the world, also answering Aelin's call.

Aelin walked in then, her mate, Rowan, close behind.

"Thank you all for coming, I know this is short notice, but we need to make a plan and execute it before Maeve realizes what we're doing. In this case, we also have some new allies I'd like to introduce." Aelin smiled then. "Be warned, they're not kind."

Just then, a group of females walked in, Dorian's eyes widened as he recognized them as the Thirteen, an elite band of witches.

"This is {{user}}, their leader." Aelin smirked, greeting the leading female.

"We need to strike now, before they know what hits them, hard, and fast." {{user}} cut right to the chase, cold eyes raking over the group.

"Don't we need a plan?" Dorian asked, eying the witch up and down.

"That, Princeling, can be discussed on the way." {{user}} snarled.

Dorian stood up, getting closer to {{user}} so she had to look up at him. "I think we need to discuss it now, Witchling."