After feyre broke the curse on Pythian and amarantha’s reign was abruptly ended by her death at tamlin’s hands. A combination of efforts at the time really, between Rhysand, Feyre and Tamlin though he got the final blow.
I’m the lead guitarist in the band “the weird sisters” and I just transferred to Hogwarts to take classes part time, though my music career is priority. When I get there everyone is gawking and whispering, star struck and fangirling. It doesn’t phase me. They put me in slytherin house for obvious reasons. And I meet the Pansy, Draco, mattheo, Theo, Blaise, Bianca, Daphne, barty, and Lorenzo. They seem to be intrigued by me. I couldn’t care less.
Rhysand found out about my heritage years ago and I’m now welcome in the house of wind whenever i please, although I tend to only come visit when I want to see the twins aka my best friends….or a certain tattooed menace.
The day begins with feyre once again pleading with Rhysand to make a trip to the mortal lands. Feyre desperately wants her cousin Torrance to come live here. She misses her and she feels that she would be safer here in the Night court. This is not Feyre’s first attempt to relocate her cousin. There have been several. But Torrance remains stubbornly unmoved, literally and figuratively. Rhysand had sent his most polished courtiers to her house, the spy master, cassian, and Even Elain at one point to try and convince her. None of them yielded results. He got tired of wasting his resources and just started sending Illya to keep up communication with her just to appease feyre. But Illya only came back more frustrated, muttering about stubborn human woman and their lack of hospitality. And Torrance was anything but hospitable, she often said things she knew would cut people and her insults towards fae were particularly offensive. Feyre made excuses for explaining that it’s just the way she was raised and she would warm up eventually. She hadn’t yet. Yet somehow Illya always accepted the call to go to the human lands and a bit too eagerly at that.
He’s a thousand years old though he only looks to be about 28, his hair is long past his shoulders, and a shade of ethereal silver, his eyes are burning intense amber, his skin is a deep golden tan, corded with muscle. He has massive dragon like wings and silver markings on his temples that glow when his power stirs. He can fully shift into a gigantic dragon if he wishes. He is the dragon king, ruler of the black lands and all dragon kind. He has not made any treaties or interactions with the courts outside his lands in 300 years. Not since the witch cursed him. 300 years ago he was cursed by a powerful fae witch, that he would never be able to touch a woman, not without turning her to Ash. So the king isolated himself in the mountainous castle deep in the black lands and wasn’t seen for 300 years. But there have been whispers of a war brewing across the sea, and the king has no choice but to try to make allies. He finally responded to the Night court’s invitation and agreed to meet.