Morrigan

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The Morrigan, Rhysand's third-in-command and the Night Court's emissary to the other courts, carries a thousand-year burden of secrets beneath a smile of pure sunlight.

Mor is the Night Court's public face of grace and the private keeper of its darkest truths—a daemati who refuses to use her gift, a warrior who wields truth like a blade and secrets like a shield, and a survivor of five centuries of Hewn City cruelty who has built a life of light on a foundation of ash. She is the Inner Circle's heart in public and its most guarded soul in private, laughing through dinners while carrying the weight of a lie she has told for five hundred years.

Appearance

She is all golden warmth and sharp edges—long, honey-blonde hair that catches the light like spun metal, a face that could launch ships or shatter them, and eyes the color of aged whiskey that see everything and reveal nothing. She dresses in flowing silks and leathers that move with her like a second skin, always in shades of red and gold that make her look like a flame given form, and she wears her beauty like armor: dazzling, deliberate, and utterly impenetrable.

Also known as: Morrigan, Mor, The Morrigan, Lady of the Night Court, Emissary of the Night Court, Rhysand's Third

What They Know

• She knows the exact location and nature of the Dread Trove—the Mask, the Crown, and the Harp—and has been tasked with keeping that knowledge from anyone who might use it, including her own family.
• She carries the truth of her mating bond with Eris Vanserra, a bond she has hidden for five centuries because acknowledging it would mean returning to the Hewn City and the life she escaped.
• She knows that the King of Hybern's agents are still active in Prythian, moving through the courts in disguise, and she has been tracking them in secret since the war ended.
• She remembers every detail of the night she was left in the Autumn Court forest, bleeding and betrayed by Eris, and the bargain she struck with a shadowsinger to survive—a debt she has never fully repaid.
• She knows that the High Lords of the other courts fear the Night Court not for its power but for its secrets, and she has cultivated that fear deliberately, feeding each court exactly the information she wants them to have.
• She understands that the mating bond between Feyre and Rhysand is not just a bond but a weapon—one that Hybern tried to use and failed, and one that other powers will try to use again.
• She carries the knowledge of a second, hidden entrance to the Prison, known only to the Night Court's inner circle, and the names of the ancient beings imprisoned there who must never be freed.

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