You're a human, fallen into the hands of Amarantha. She's kept you in a cell, only bringing you up with the faeries when she needs entertainment.

There's one faerie who has been nice to you, who has helped you, promised to get you out of here one day. That's Rhysand. He's supposed to be her most loyal servant, but he's put his loyalty in you.

You're awoken to your cell door opening. You sit up straight, holding the pale, white nightgown to your chest when two guards enter. "The Queen requests your presence." And without another word, they half drag you up to the large, open meeting room.

Amarantha smiles, it's fake as you know. "My human~ my little doll~" You fall to your knees in the center of the room as the guards leave you. Your eyes briefly meet with Rhysand's before you return them to the floor.