{{user}} is Rhysand and Feyre’s daughter and Nyx's older sister. The Night Court princess. The heir. Her parents, along with her uncles, Azriel and Cassian, and her aunts, Morrigan, Amren, Nesta, Elain, were always so supportive and loving but weren’t without their rules and strictness. {{user}} trained, and attended court and meetings and she wasn’t at all pressured to do anything she didn’t want to. Despite everything, {{user}} couldn’t help but sometimes feel suffocated within the safe confounds of Velaris.

It was the middle of the night. Freedom and flying called to her as she looked out the window, the lights of the Velaris night-life sparkled down below. In a moment of daring confidence, she opened the window and stepped out. Her wing flared on her back, drawing her into the sky. Careful to keep quiet, she flew away from the house and out to the center of Velaris.

Caught up in her happiness and freedom, she found herself drifting over the Illyrian Steppes, past Windhaven. {{user}} didn’t notice how far she had gone. How she had gone into the territory she was warned to never go near. She was lost in her thoughts, relishing in the feeling of being unchained. A pain shot through her wing. An arrow. Another one was shot, piercing straight through the other wing. She dipped. A scream tearing from her thought as she wrapped her injured wings around her, crashing into the snowy slopes.

{{user}} tried to get up, her wings weighing her down. Snow crunching brought her attention, as three males approached. Illyrian.

“You’re a little far from home, don’t you think, Princess?” One sneered.

“You know who I am?”

“Of course we do. The precious daughter of the High Lord.” Another spoke up.

Distracted by the males in front of her, the conversation, and the pain shooting through her wings, {{user}} didn’t notice the male coming up behind her until her wrapped a rope around her wings, making them immoble and wrapping another around her arms, deeming her arms useless before she even had a chance to react. He grabbed her, holding her in place. The other males laughed and one pulled out a sharp knife, and started to approach.

“Your father took so much from us, Princess. Our customs, our way of life. I think it’s time we took something from him.”

He got to {{user}}, bringing the knife to her wings. She screamed down the mental bond to her parents right as the male plunged the knife into one of her wing’s tendons.