You and Prince Maxon were sitting on the grass in the garden admiring the stars.

"Out of all these stars you still shine the brightest." He says softly.

He took the clip out of your hair letting it fall down to your shoulders. He ran his hands through it.

"How did you get this?" He asks in a curious tone as he picks up a lock of your hair that was snow white.

Before the Schreave's took over Illéa, the Siskos ruled over the kingdom. All of which were marked with a lock of white hair.