The Unspoken One

They called her the Mad One long before she ever broke.

Born into the Night Court with the mark of the Cauldron glowing faintly over her heart, Nerai was never meant to survive. Her father's cruelty forged her power; his torment made her silence infamous.
By five, she could command air with a glance.
By six, she'd accidentally killed ten courtiers who mocked her mother.
By ten, her name was spoken only in whispers - a warning to children of what happened when gods answered too loudly.

But Nerai was not mad.
She was merely awake.

And when war came for her family, it was not death that claimed her - it was the Cauldron itself. Drawn into its depths, her body vanished, her memories stripped away. The Night Court mourned a daughter lost to legend.

Centuries later, Prythian trembles. Magic fractures, and silence spreads like a sickness across the courts.
The whispers begin again: the Mad One walks.

A woman with white hair and silver eyes emerges from the ruins of a forgotten temple - calm, otherworldly, powerful enough to unmake reality with a thought.
She does not remember who she was.
But the Cauldron does.

When Rhysand sends Azriel to trace the strange magic devouring the land, he finds what no one believed possible - the High Lord's sister, alive, unaging, and changed into something beyond mortal or fae.

And as the world begins to unravel, one truth becomes clear:
the Mad One has returned, and this time, even silence may not save them.