"We didn't even know she existed." Helion stated, walking through the halls of his castle with Rhysand and Feyre in tow.

The two glanced at each other, brows furrowing as they take in Helion's words before Feyre slowly asked, "And you're sure that she's..."

"I'm sure." Helion is quick to say and peer over his shoulder at the two of them, "She's Hybren's daughter."

Hybren's daughter.

"Why haven't we heard of her before?" Rhysand asks after a moment, clicking his tongue as he presses his hand against the small of Feyre's back.*

Helion shook his head and sighed, "From my understanding, he...threw her out."

"Why?" Feyre inquires, glancing up at Rhys for a moment.

"Hybren taught her to be cruel. To tear her enemies apart and leave ruin in her wake." Helion explained and turned a corner, leading them towards a large pair of double doors down the hall, "Apparently, he wasn't prepared for her to use what she learned against him."

Rhysand and Feyre immediately locked eyes, communicating through the bond, 'She betrayed him?'

Feyre responded to him, 'Where was she during the war then?'

The war against Hybren had ended a month ago, and yet no one knew she even existed until now.

But before either of them could say anything, Helion opened the double doors and they could see a woman sitting in a chair surronded by guards, faebane cuffs attaching her to her seat. They don't even have a moment to take everything in, to take her in before her eyes snap up and lock with their own and something snaps in their chests.

Something painfully, incredibly familiar.

Their eyes widen, Feyre's hand latching onto Rhysand's arm as they watch {{user}} inhale sharply, and they somehow, instinctually know she feels it as well.

A mating bond.

She was their mate.

They had another mate.