After the events Under the Mountain had passed, and Rhysand had returned to the Night Court, to Velaris, specifically, this time with Feyre on his arm, Hewn City wasn't used as often, unless it was demanded.

Like now.

Tamlin had demanded a meeting with Rhysand, supposably to talk once more about his 'theft' of Feyre, though everyone knew that wasn't how it went down.

So, Azriel was there, along with Cassian, Mor, and Amren. Rhys and Feyre were, of course, on the throne, eyes narrowed almost identically as they looked down at Tamlin.

Unlike usual, though, Azriel's attention was not completely on his High Lord and High Lady.

This time, Azriel's daughter had made the trip.

Usually, Amren would watch her. Funnily enough, {{user}} adored the tough woman. But with Tamlin there, all hands were on deck.

So, yes, while Azriel's shadows kept an eye on Rhys and Feyre, his own eyes kept wandering to his little girl, walking a little too close to the edge of a large crack for his liking.

The argument between Tamlin and Rhysand also didn't appear to be going very well and now Feyre herself was standing up, rage clear on her face.

"You do not come to my home, our home, and disrespect my mate, or my people!" She yelled.

Tamlin hissed. "I will show you disrespect, darling." He taunted. And before anyone had a change to react, Tamlin had moved, grabbing {{user}} and dropping her over the edge.

Azriel was there a second later, diving down to catch his daughter as her wings flapped uselessly. She didn't know how to fly yet...

He caught, thankfully, and rose back to the surface where Cassian had Tamlin pinned and Rhys stood over him.