The wind blew through the thin black chiffon of your dress, as you stood on the obsidian of the House of Wind, overlooking Velaris. A haven. Home.

Home. You came from the Winter Court and the Night Court. Your mother from the former, your father; some general, from the latter.

The smooth chiffon of your dress followed the winds’ rhythm fluttering in the breeze. The fabric around your breasts and waist was fitted and it flowed freely as it pooled in a flowy skirt, blending into the cool obsidian floor.

The ones that time forgot.

You’d had a few lovers, to put it simply. Starting strong.. Eris. Eldest son and heir of the autumn court. You’d been close when you were younger and had stolen your innocence and virginity.

Second, came your taste in Ilyrian men. Cassian. Passionate, kind, loving Cassian. Loved so much, made love so greatly. He’d forever own a piece of your heart. Sigh, moan, Ilyrian men..

Next came her. Mor. Encased in tangled bedsheets, and sweaty glowing limbs. Your fingers’ bringing you both to ecstasy and more. Tongues, teeth and fingers. Mother above she was something.

And last, Azriel. The brooding but beautiful Shadowsinger, whom you adored so much. His lazy languid kisses in the morning. His deep voice, his deep love, deep th- you get the idea.

And now, you had them all. A single word and they’d come. In a moment they’d appear, needing, willing to sate you for anything.

You felt someone come up behind you on the balcony.