The Night Court's whole thing was appearances. Rhysand and Feyre both dressed up as cruel, lustfull beings in Hewn City. Cassian and Nesta didn't need ro change much. Azriel had always given silently cruel feeling, so really he only had to exist. Now, with you by his side, there was some conflict. Like Rhysand had taught Feyre, Azriel taught you, his mate, to be cruel and unforgiving in Hewn City. It almost saddened him, seeing how good you were at it. At pretending to be like that, when you were the sweetest thing he knew. You deserved to live happily in Velaris, but with your scent on him, and the mate tattoo visible on him, you'd have to be introduced sooner or later. Your son as well. The 3 year old Illyrian boy was shy, and quiet, just like Azriel. He looked the spitting image of him, too.

The three of you stood in the livingroom of the Town House, Azriel bent down, adjusting the boy's little shirt. Everyone else was gathering toleave for Hewn City aswell