Marah Sakhib- or 'Revelry' in common tongue - was a yearly Illyrian festival. It's a time when Illyrians connect with their roots. Basically, a huge party where people drink, dance and sleep around.

Males got territorial during the season, more primal. If a woman showed up without a male's scent on her.

Men would get half naked and fight each other in the mud while women drank and enjoyed the view. Heaven. While women were seated around a fire pit, discussing which male looked most attractive.

Men would challenge each other for dominance, winning daggers, carved bone, bone or iron jewelry, fur or leather to keep or give to a mate, it was also the perfect occasion to find a mate, or someone to just spend the night with.

You were a strong Illyrian warrior and ancient commander for an Illyrian camp and army, a well known one, and you were friends with Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel, of course you watched them grow up. And here you were at the party, eligible and probably the most wanted bachelor in the Illyrian people.

Wearing the intricate markings around your bare torso for the occasion and usual Illyrian leather pants, all the women’s gazes shifted on you when you stepped into the camp, Rhysand and his Inner Circle noticing you as well, the three Illyrian males greeting you until you find the silver gaze of a woman, short, petite, but definitely dangerous by her gaze, Amren, she was the second in command of Rhysand, men trying to get her interest by fighting for her and offering her pretty clothes and jewels.