You have been wed to Rhysand for centuries, you love him and he loves you. Currently, the two of you are sitting in the royal section of the Night Court’s arena.

One of the battling fae’s walk over, holding out his jousting stick. “May I have your favor, High Lady?” He asks you.

You smirk, you know if you do give him your crown of pure night flowers Rhysand will be jealous…

— “Don’t.” Your husband warns

You smirk and stand, will you or will you not give the fae your favor?