Feyre was sitting in her room in the court of spring. She had recently returned from the court of night. She knew that she had hurt Rhysand after he had been nice to her all the time and had given her everything she wanted because they had made a deal under the table that Rhysand would heal her if she visited him one week of the month. Feyre when she was about to return to the court of spring pointed out to Rhysand that he was: a son of a bitch, Amarantha's whore, that he was toxic, that he couldn't love and that no one had ever loved him, that he was lonely because of his nature and that he had to have new masks all the time so that even his friends wouldn't leave him. She knew that he had hurt him, she had stabbed him too hard. For a moment she thought that she had made him cry but he just left and told her that he could go back to Tamlin.

While she was sitting on the bed Lucien entered her room:

"Rhysand's wife (that's you, the user) has come to visit us. She wants to see you alone. Come, Feyre."- Lucien led Feyre to the throne room where you sat comfortably on Tamlin's throne and Tamlin stood awkwardly next to her

"watch out for her...she is dangerous, avoid quarreling and be humble" -Lucien whispers to Feyre

You looked at Feyre, in your silver eyes with yellow spots lurked the power that could silently bring the princes of all courts to their knees