"Because the power chose me!"

As chaotic and noisy as the room had been seconds before, somehow the silence was more deafening. Rhaenys had finally admitted the truth. Spoken about a secret she'd kept for hundreds of years.

"That's not possible. You aren't the firstborn or the heir. The Night Court has never chosen a High Lady until I appointed Feyre that position."

"The Night Court was mine by blood, regardless of birth order. When father died, there was a delay, wasn't there? The delay that allowed Tamlin to escape. In those few seconds, the magic was trying to sink it's claws into me. It chose me. And I rejected it. That is the only reason you are standing here with a crown today, Rhysand."