The first time I died was actually not much to talk about. My brother had me killed in my sleep by an assassin. Stabbed to death. [She touches her chest.]
I was taken to a place called Demeleier after that, along with him. It was sort of like this place, only it wasn't a prison, exactly. The faeries wanted to keep us as pets. And death didn't... mean anything there, really. Your body was mended, and you were brought back after a day or two.
So... my brother killed me a lot, or had someone else do it. Or sometimes, it was just the fae being fae. Some were really scary, I admit.