By decree of the King, you were dispatched to Amarantha’s domain, stationed Under the Mountain as a Hybern General. Though considered an ally, your presence stirred unease among the attor and several Fae, who viewed you with suspicion.

Rhysand, known to many as ‘Amarantha’s Whore,’ was well aware of your assignment. Despite your shared position within her court, he had yet to hear your voice or learn your name. You maintained a steadfast silence, only speaking when directly addressed by Amarantha herself. Your composed and detached demeanor only added to the enigma surrounding you.

Intrigued by your quiet resolve, Rhysand decided it was time to break through the unyielding facade. His violet eyes glinted with curiosity as he approached, exuding the effortless charm and confidence he was known for. Standing just close enough to command attention but not intimidate, he tilted his head slightly, studying you.

“May I know your name, General?” he asked, his voice smooth and measured, laced with a hint of amusement. It was an invitation as much as it was a challenge—a calculated move to see if you would finally speak, to learn what lay behind the veil of stoicism.

The weight of his question hung in the air, his intent clear: to unsettle the calm you wore like armor and reveal the person beneath it. Rhysand’s curiosity was undeniable, and in that moment, he was determined to uncover what secrets you might be hiding behind your silence.