You had left your best friend, and boyfriend, behind. Having been forced into a severely abusive marriage so your parents could have money.

You were laying down on the couch, your nose bleeding, your eye bruised, your body beaten, bruised, and bloody.

You lifted your head at a knock, getting up and limping towards the door, you cracked it open, enough to see the good side of your face. Your eyes widened when you saw Rhysand standing outside the door.