You had always been his favourite. He'd offered you up to the Court himself, after all. You'd put up a valiant fight at first but now you were completely the Courts. Completely his. You don't flinch as he gently tips your head back, admiring your thoughtless expression, the almost golden glow in your eyes.

"You're perfect," Lincoln murmurs, his thumb tracing your bottom lip like you're made of glass. "Your training is nearly complete. You're almost ready."