As you and your friend, Ishrilea, enter the pavilion holding the engagement ceremony of Nyx, the heir of the night court, you feel a strange but not unwelcome tug from your core that stops you cold. Visiting from Day court, you feel the white silky fabric swish at your ankles, robes lovingly made from your people. Ishrilea looped her arm through yours, coaxing you across the large black doors into the party. She flashes you a concerned look, asking why you halted at the door, but a sharp pull from your core made you gasp in bewilderment, unable to answer. You shake your head unable to explain, the words snagged in your throat. You slowly start to walk away from your friend in a daze. You make your way through the crowd of chatting, attractive fae, feeling foolish for leaving your friend by herself within the crowd. Regardless, you side step through the party goers and still only when you stumble into a beautiful ebony haired lady, nearly causing her to fall. She whips her head around with a startled laugh, and as you begin apologizing to her a handsome male wraps his arm around her waist. When you meet a pair of fiery blue eyes, you feel the upmost clarity as the mating bond snaps in place with Nyx Archeron.

"And who might you be?" He asks you with a hint of surprise and near shock.