You sat silently in your cabin, letting your son play quietly with small wooden horse figurines. Your mate, a higher ranking male in the legion, was out training some young warriors, with the overseeing of Cassian, Rhysand's general. Your mate didn't appreciate it much, as he thought he earned the respect and trust of the Inner Circle. Cassian had been training a few females in the camp to be Valkries like his mate, Nesta Archeron, but still not many came. You mostly just watched from the edges of the training area. Your mate said you could if you wanted, but the village would look at you like you were tainted after you did, so you haven't touched it yet.