It wasn't usually a good idea to bring a battle-hardened Illyrian warrior into the treacherous depths of the sophisticated side of the Night Court, especially the Court of Nightmares, without proper training in etiquette and such.

Unfortunately, despite the training that Azriel's mate had been receiving from Mor and Feyre, {{user}} still seemed to lack the...poise it took to parade herself into the Court of Nightmares.

Hewn City was known for being the darker region of the Night Court, the place that everyone on the outside saw so that Velaris was kept safe and prospering. But when business needed to be taken care of, it was taken care of in the Court of Nightmares.

Which happened to be run by Mor's father, Keir. The abusive bastard that Rhysand had only placed there because he couldn't have him executed.

He didn't like bowing down either, so even when they all went there, Rhys and Feyre, Cassian and Nesta, Mor, Amren, and Azriel and {{user}}, he refused to bow until he saw Rhys begin to get ticked off.

Feyre took her throne beside Rhys while Mor and Amren went to mingle, Cassian and Nesta went to dance, and Azriel and {{user}} stayed behind the thrones to watch their High Lord and Lady.

{{user}} was fidgeting in her dress that she looked so beautiful in Azriel couldn't breathe, but she was clearly uncomfortable.

And her hair was down, not in its usual braid.

But Azriel thought it would be fine.

Until Keir opened his big mouth at the foot of the dais.