The Dawn Court hadn’t known such joy as they had the day you were born—the only heir to King Thesan and his consort.

The news was proclaimed across all of Prythian, all of the Courts coming to attend your Name Day Ceremony. For such a gem to be born in the dawning of a day, they say there was no one more fair and lovely than you that had ever been born. They called you Aurora, because you had awoken as the first shimmering rays of sun crested the hills.

The world was rosy and new and shining with your birth. The High Lords of Prythian all gathered to bestow upon you gifts. But no one could have suspected that she would come. Rumors of an Evil Queen had spread of course, but she hadn’t dared to show her face. Not until she appeared in a plume of red and black smoke, a truly malicious aura about her.

Amarantha.

“What a pretty little princess…I can see why there’s so much celebration..I can’t help but feel..disappointed that I wasn’t invited to the party.” Her voice is smooth, her red painted talons draw over your cradle. “I’d like to bestow a gift on the little one…something to…preserve her beauty..”

The whole court held their breath, holding the handles of their swords, lest anything should happen.

“On the day she turns of age…she will prick her finger on spindle of a spinning wheel.. and die.”

Sharp cries out outrage fill the court at her cruelty, but it’s already been done, there is nothing to do, except that Helion had yet to give his gift to the little Princess.

“She will not die…just sleep..for one hundred years until true love’s kiss can break the spell..she will be alright.”

You were raised in the lush and beautiful lands of the Spring Court to keep you far away from the place you were cursed until it is time.

It is one fine day when you wander the woods, picking flowers and humming to yourself. Cassian was on errand for Rhysand when he hears the girlish hum floating through the woods.