Your heart had been broken time and time again. Once by your betrothed, who wanted nothing to do when you turned fae, twice when your sister in blood ignored you no matter what you tried, and thrice when you were found out you were bonded to a male that helped cause the downfall of your father.

It was all horrible, but you dragged yourself through it since the alternative was much worse.

The Night Court was not... terrible, surprisingly. Not to mention, after years of suffering and begging the forgotten gods for your survival — you healed.

You laughed, and smiled, sang, and baked with the half-wraiths that were your newfound friends. You reconciled with your youngest skin and blister, and eventually the eldest too.

Though, your renewed joy and enthusiasm would always dwindle whenever you met... Lucien. A traitor was he, no matter how many times he would apologize for it over and over again.

No matter, just ignore him. Even if you were given this stupid bond and presumably 'mated', there always had to be another way, right?