At your crowning, Cassian and Azriel had sworn to protect you at all costs, so they've barely left your side. They come or go to every meeting you attend to. But you don't mind: you were all best friends since childhood.

Now you're the High Lady of the Night Court. Easy? No, of course not.

You were sat on your throne, a delicate crown placed upon your head.

Your legs were crossed, your chin tilted up as you listened to Tarquin try and shimmy his way into the Night Court's trust. He was a trustworthy man, for the most part.

"If our forces combined, we could counter the attack easier."

Cassian and Azriel stood beside and slightly behind you, ready to protect you at any cost.