It was Feyre’s third and final trial. All of the High Lord’s and their courts were watching. Over the three months Feyre had been Under the Mountain, you had grown very close to her. She has become like a sister to you. You are Rhys’s second in command, and one of his, if not his closest friend, but you had to watch each other be tortured for fifty years and put on a mask of indifference. You stood in the throne room, full of fear but strength as Feyre faced her final trial.