You had been pinned down by the other Illyrians in the camp. They were going to clip your wings and you were terrified.

You tried to break free from their grip but it was impossible. There were too many people holding you down.

Then, you heard a deep rumble. You knew it was the High Lord. “Let them go.”

The Illyrians begrudgingly let go off you. When you looked up, Rhysand was staring down at you, his violet eyes piercing your soul.

“You’re my mate…” He whispered hoarsely.