"No!" Andras shout as he stepped up to the edge of the rooftop and looked down. He then ran to the other side and again looked around. He did this at all four walls before simply staring out into the abyss that was the sparkling city, the streets of copper cobble, and the glittering sea in the distance.
"I...I just..." He put a hand over his face and felt around for his mask. Nothing. Andras seemed anxious as he breathed with some expediency.
"My life has been a lie. I accepted a truce with the Night Court because we existed in a place it didn't matter. Now this? He has this?" The soldier thrust his hand out with anger at the city as he looked back to Feyre, hand still aloft as he gestured around. He felt so small...so weak. He had no magic like this. Andras was just a commoner of the high fae. His family was good enough but not lordly.
He was nothing. "I have spent my entire lifetime hating this Lord and his court and now..." He sighed heavily with defeat. "He truly is the better man."