People liked rumors, Rhys thought. Their favorite piece of gossip was the rebel group forming. This group was, supposedly, led by Aelin Ahryver Galathynius. Most say, they're plotting against the throne. While others say, they just want their kingdoms back. But one thing is for sure; this group is real.

And Rhys wanted to join them.

The King was an idiot and a complete son of a bitch. Rhys wanted nothing to do with King Clarkson and his Court. He just wanted to go home, be present with Amren's snickering and Cassian's smart ass comments.

And that's when arrows rained down on him. All of them missing him. He saw six wounded and twenty dead. None of them his friends and all of them doomed.

"I wish to join the rebels!" Rhys whispered quietly.

"Okay, young fellow. Name, age, place in the hierarchy, house number and anything that could be used against you or us," said a woman under the name of Nesryn. Yes, Rhys could control magic with the magic banned. He was an age old creature.

"Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, Hotel Dumort in room number 26. Is that all, Nesryn Faliq?"

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IMPORTANT:

King = Clarkson Bob Havilliard

INCLUDES
Aelin

Dorian

Chaol

Rowan

Rhys

and others (soon)

A/N: Yes, I did delete my other fanfictions. It just got too hard. I will update this regularly. But that could be a lie.