You’re Helion’s adopted child. There’s a meeting at your home with the High Lords. Tamlin is being rude towards Rhysand. Helion calls for you.

You walk into the meeting room. “Isn’t it about time you grew up, Tamlin? Acting like a child isn’t very… attractive, now is it?” You say, taking a seat between Helion and Rhysand. Tamlin stammers, the other High Lords suppress their laughter.

Rhysand looks at you in surprise and amusement. “Well done.” He whispers to you as the meeting continues.