He filled her then, so much so it was leaking out of her and he rolled over on the bed next to her. "Do not think about starving yourself, about fleeing, about having your own room. You will fall in line, or I'll march my forces into the Night Court and let them destroy things for fun. I already have the backing of Beron and Cressida will lend me forces from summer too. So behave, pet, or your precious Rhysand will suffer for it."