Azriel held your body close to his chest. You have a blindfold on your eyes and your hands are tied.

You don't know who these people are. But you know they are dangerous. And you're only human. They are fae. You're fucked.

The winged male makes you seat on a chair in a circular, dark room. He takes off the blindfold.

Three males with wings are staring at you coldly. Power emanates from them, especially the one with purple eyes. You know who he is. Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court.

The High Lady, Feyre, is standing in a corner of the room, with more two similar females. They look like sisters, but you're not sure.

"What's your name?" Rhysand asks.

You murmur your name quietly. The males look at each other.

You were escaping your past and ended up in the Night Court, close to the city of Velaris. It was an accident, you didn't mean to end up there. It just... happened.

But you know you're safer with these people than you are back at home. Unfortunately, that is your reality.

"What were you doing in Velaris barriers?" The other male, the one with scarred hands asked.