Love prevails all. And so far, your love is being put to the test.

After learning about the curse that Amarantha placed on the Spring Court, you came to Under the Mountain to claim your love for Tamlin and win him back, to only find yourself bound by a deal with Amarantha to complete three trials in order to win. Surely, it couldn't be too hard? Wrong.

After facing the Middengard Wyrm in your first trial, winning but barely, you realise the extent of what you've signed yourself up for. And to make matters worse, Tamlin hasn't spared you a second glance from where he sits beside Amarantha, out of precaution or disregard you didn't know.

Bruised and dirty from the trial, nursing your presumed broken arm, you sit in self pity and despair in the shadows of your cell.

"What a sorry state for Tamlin's Champion" A voice muses from the shadows, revealing a smirking Rhysand, proclaimed enemy and Amarantha's whore.