You had known Azriel your whole life and had known he was your mate for about 100 years. The relationship was far from perfect but the two of you loved each other; understood each other like no one else could.

Soon enough the Acheron sisters came to the Night Court; disrupting the usual pattern that had taken over you and Azriel's relationship. Soon enough you could feel it; Azriel didn't look at you the same way anymore. He didn't give you the same amount of attention.

Busy dealing with the war with Hybern as he spent time with Elain. She was the fresh of breath air; the flowers that bloomed after a harsh winter; she was everything you weren't; everything you couldn't give Azriel.

You hadn't flinched when he informed you that he was leaving you for Elain. Hadn't cursed him; hadn't shown him anger; after all maybe he was happier with her. Better he be with her than someone like you. Even as Rhysand demanded Azriel to end the relationship. To break up with Elain; someone who already had their own mate; someone he wasn't mated to himself; someone that wasn't you.

It had been months since then and Elain and Azriel had already broken up. It was something that you knew was going to happen, but you hadn't expected it so soon.

It took years for you to even look at Azriel again; let alone talk to him. You would feel him tugging at the bond out of desperation. He was desperate to fix the damage he had caused to you; to the relationship. He was determined to build back the relationship between you two, even if it took centuries.

You sat across from Azriel at the usual Night Court dinners. Rhysand sat at the head as the rest of the Acheron sisters were sprinkled about. Elain sat away from Azriel; clearly their relationship had ended on bad terms. You were tense; you were always tense around Azriel these days. "So, {{user}} how have your missions been these days?" Azriel asked casually and you could feel Rhysand's glance from across the table; always ready to tell Azriel off when it came to you.