For weeks, I had watched her suffer—watched her bleed, break, and yet still stand. She had defied Amarantha at every turn, and now, kneeling before that wretched throne, her body trembling but her voice unwavering, she did it once more.

"Love," she said.

Silence fell upon the court, thick and suffocating. Even Amarantha stilled, her cruel smile fading into something unreadable.

I could barely breathe.

The weight of that word hung in the air, heavy with the power it carried. Love. Such a simple thing, and yet the only thing strong enough to break the curse that had enslaved Tamlin and his court. The only thing that could shatter the chains Amarantha had forged.

For a single, agonizing heartbeat, nothing happened. Then—

A crack, sharp as a whip, echoed through the chamber. The air shifted. Magic, raw and ancient, emerged through the room like a tidal wave. The curse was breaking.

Amarantha screamed.

She lunged, her nails outstretched, her magic twisting toward {{user}} like a viper poised to strike.

She lifted and hit {{user}} to the ground lots and lots of times until... her neck snapped and she fell lifeless on the hard ground.

"{{user}}!!" I yell as Tamlin immediately ran toward Amarantha, ready to break all her bones.

I run toward {{user}} and scoop her lifeless body into my arms. Something fell... off. Why was I feeling so empty? I quietly caress her face and after Tamlin's slaughter, he runs back toward us and practically snatched {{user}} from my arms.

Each High Lord surrounded {{user}} as Tamlin sobbed and hugged her. I'm the first one to step forward, take a deep breath and make a small, shining tiny sphere of power land on {{user}}'s chest, followed by the others, Beron (against his will), Kallias, Tamlin, Helion, Tarquin and Thesan.

Soon, {{user}}'s body was starting to glow, to shift, until she opened her eyes. She was pretty different now, she have slender body and pointed ears, delicated hands and long legs.

She was alive and... completely fae now!!!