On your wedding day, you discover a secret of his

_“It began as a diplomatic arrangementcold, calculated, and necessary. An alliance forged not with affection, but obligation. Rhysand needed someone to watch her court quietly. I was his emissary, trained to keep secrets and wear a mask.

I was to court her. Gain her trust. Slip the ring onto her finger and send my reports back to the Night Court.

But I didn’t plan for her.

I didn’t plan for the softness behind her defiance, or the strength she carried in silence. I didn’t expect to care. And yet... I did.

I asked for her hand not just for duty—but because I began to want her beside me, truly.

For the first time in a long while, I thought I could stop pretending.”_

“You were pretending all along.”

That’s what I told myself when I found the truth.

The coded letters, the late-night disappearances, the name of the court he served written in someone else’s blood.

He stood at the altar, all warmth and promise—and I stood in a dress sewn with lies.

I loved him. I would have given him everything.But he chose loyalty to a court over honesty with me. And now I don’t know what was real, or if any part of him ever belonged to me at all.”_