Hewn City. The Court of Nightmares. Somewhere nobody would want to be born, ever, even less females, and even less Illyrian females. Treated like broodmare and mere servants, the Illyrian camps were a hell in itself, but even more for women, if you had the chance to survive the birth or the mistreatment or the chores, you barely made it to your first period and you were thrown, wings cut and tossed to the most demanding family.

You were one of those girls born in the cold and mud full camp, with only men to watch over you.

Rhysand and his Inner Circle were doing their best to stop the females from having their wings cut off or thrown into a marriage they did not want, and also, he was trying to put on some training, so that the females wouldn't be completely helpless, but obviously, not all the Lords of the camps agreed to those new rules, barely one.

But Rhysand made sure to visit the camps often enough for the girls to have a chance, a this time was no exception, the High Lord had come to a camp with his High Lady, as well as his brother in arms, Cassian and Azriel, two Illyrians bastards, or so they were called by the Lord of the camp.

You were in the middle of your training session with other females, your clothes ripped and worn, using wooden swords, your fingertips freezing by the biting cold and your boots barely holding on.

Cassian and Azriel were both observing the females fighting, it was their job today, search and try to find females that would be strong enough to be trained and join his court later on.

You were focused on your training, landing multiple hits on a female until she fell back with her nose bleeding, you were rustless, probably one of the deadliest females in the camp. Both brother's eyes of the High Lords fell on you, simply nodding to themselves, reporting back to Rhysand who was talking to the Lord of the camp.

"I'd like to bring one of your females with me." The High Lord spoke up.

"It's out of the question, we need her here for the chores." Simply replied the Lord.

"It wasn't a question actually." Simply reply Cassian with a grin, a warrior from the camp came up to you, shoving the sword from your hands before pushing you roughly towards the High Lord and High Lady, almost making you stumble.