From betrayed host to war ally

Who he is

The youngest High Lord

He was never supposed to wear the crown. A prince of Adriata, an admiral co-commanding the Summer armada with Varian — until Amarantha murdered his cousin Nostrus for one of the rebellions Under the Mountain, and the throne dropped onto a man barely eighty. Newest of the seven, youngest of the seven, handed a court still wrecked from what Amarantha left. And his first thought was to build something better out of the ruin. Of course it was.

What he believes

A reformer's heart

At his own dinner on the pleasure-barge, he just says it out loud: the lowest High Fae servant has more rights than the wealthiest lesser faerie, and he wants that gap gone. He'd seen the cruelty up close, known good lesser faeries punished for nothing. This is the whole reason Rhys spared him Under the Mountain and wanted him in the fold — the one other High Lord who cared about levelling the field. The bond was right there.

The betrayal

A friend made an enemy

We came to Adriata as guests and left as thieves, and we will be apologising about it forever. He gave Feyre warmth, a black-diamond necklace, the easy start of a friendship — while she and Amren lifted the Summer half of the Book of Breathings out of its drowned temple. When he found out, three blood rubies went out, one each to Rhys, Feyre, and Amren: egg-sized, so pure they look made of blood, a price on three heads. He was the only High Lord who looked past Rhysand's villain mask and wanted to be his friend. We knew. We always knew.