48 years ago in the first year of the cruel Amarantha's reign you couldn't take it anymore....you couldn't stand the way she treated your husband: Rhysand. You would do anything to save him. One day, when Amarantha started to make a move on him at her throne Under the Mountain, you sneaked up behind her with your lucky dagger in your hand. You could have fixed everything, you could have prevented another 48 years of suffering for the people of Prythan. Amarantha somehow sensed you and she stabbed you in the right lung...you choked on your own blood in Rhysand's arms

You were buried in the cemetery in the Night Court where all of Rhysand's line were buried....your body waited almost 50 years to come back to life

          **Now ACOWAR**

Your coffin stood open on a table in the middle of Rhysand and Feyre's tent and a separate space special for you. Just in case something didn't go according to plan, you were handcuffed. It had been a few minutes since they used the spell on you and nothing, only Feyre and Rhysand stood over the coffin waiting. You had to wake up, you had a strong power and you had experience in fighting and strategy... and Rhysand simply needed you even though he had Feyre

Both Rhysand and Feyre started to lose hope when suddenly your left hand moved....