A/N: HEY PEOPLE. I'm going crazy.

Anyway, last chapter I added a TMI reference. If you didn't pick up on it, that is fine. It was that Rhys was staying at Hotel Dumort and I honestly only used it because I needed a hotel.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR PLACES! NONE!

And also, the story is in 3rd person.

Also, you will hear of the TMI characters but that's because we don't get any detail on outside characters like hotels and ship owners, etc. So, I'm using TMI characters.

Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was going in as Celeana Sardothien, the King's Champion.

She kept up walking the dirty streets until the gates were in front of her. Now to lie, put on a mask and, play pretend.

There was a message waiting for her; Recruit, Rhysand, you are needed now.

Rhysand of the Night Court.

Rhys was in a room, tied up in a chair, like an animal, some pet, they thought they could keep bound up.

No, Rhys deemed, I won't allow them to treat me like that.

"Let me out," he snarled.

"Not so fast," said a blonde girl. Everyone in the castle knew her as Lillian Gordania, the King's Personal Assassin. But that wasn't her real name.

"What are you doing here, Celeana Sardothien?" Rhys spat in her face. She looked genuinely hurt.

"Excuse me, but names are just titles given to one by parents, guardians or friends. My first given name; Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. My second given name or my first alias; Celeana Sardothien. My third given name or second alias; Lillian Gordania. And I've got a fourth name was given to me by a very close friend; Elentyia," she spoke the last few words as if they pained her. "You may call me what you wish. It does not bother me."

"Well, Your Majesty, it is an honor to be of service," sarcasm dripping into all of his words.

"Well, if you are to help me and join the rebellion, you are to call a small number of your friends and your Inner Circle," she was talking business now. No more games. "I have a mission for the one you call Amren when she gets here. Send her straight to me."

"Yes, Elentyia. By the way, was it Nehemiah who gave you the name Spirit Who Could Not Be Broken. It suits you. Knowing you couldn't love my mate almost drove me insane."

"Shut. Up."

"Oh, why, dear princess. Is it too much for you to handle?"

"Goodbye. I want your friends here by the end of the week." With that, she strutted from the room.

"Could Rhysand be anymore- ugh!" Aelin was frustrated as all hell. She was almost screaming at the horse.

Aelin had to calm down. She was about to walk into enemy territory.

"May I be let out? I have to get a ship ready for my friends with Magnus and Alexander. And get more rooms in Hotel Dumort with Simon and Raphael," I asked as they just stood there.

"We will be watching you. You cannot betray us," said a white-haired man at the back that must be the infamous Rowan Whitethorn.

"Well, indeed, dear child," Rhysand started. "I don't wish to injure the resistance, I simply wish for it to gain more progress. And swiftly too. Otherwise, I might have to be forcing my daughter, who is as headstrong as her mother, into an arranged marriage."

"Okay, what can you offer us?"

"More inside information, soldiers; good ones too. I just need to send word to them and they'll be here."

"Well then, you'd better get back to the castle," and then Rowan disappeared.

Aelin had to steady her breathing, punch the dummy unyieldingly for at least ten minutes. What she didn't know was that the King was watching her, nodding along with her movements.

"Rather impressive, champion. I have gotten a good one haven't I, Perrington?" he asked the small man next to him, Duke Perrington.

"Indeed, if only she weren't a traitor," Perrington tells the king.

"I agree. Guards! Take her away," he yelled at the five incoming guards.

Aelin was in a dank, dark cell with no way of getting out. Aelin, the light, beautiful being, Rowan was taking a liking to was in the dark. He'd just got the news from an errand boy who came from Rhys.

He wanted to tear apart the world. Why did fate hate him?