When you were presented to the High Lord Rhysand as a “gift from the Autumn Court”, you thought this would be another year of torture just like with Eris.

Eris had treated you like shit, like his personal whore to use and to bend. It was like hell on Earth.

Two of the Autumn Court’s guards held your hands behind your back as they walked with you behind High Lord Beron to the throne room of the Night Court.

You hoped, you prayed that Rhysand wasn’t like Eris.

You couldn’t face that trauma again. Not again.