Eris had been plotting against his father for months.

He was going to kill his father, then become High Lord. You were his mate, having met at a meeting between the High Lords, and he was going to make you High Lady once he claimed the throne.

But Beron found out.

Eris is chained to a chair with shackles, made of Faebane, disabling his powers, all the while his father questioning him.

“Are you going to torture it out of me father?” He sneered, his eyes narrowed “No, not you son. Her.” Beron replied coldly, stepping aside to reveal you, chained to the walls with shackles.