You were a woman of the Summer Court heading to the Night Court, it was a long way and you have finally reached the Court when you begin to shiver—the temperature is the complete opposite of your homelands.

You feel eyes staring at you, you look around then behind you when your eyes lock with a broad chest, you look up to see someone you’ve heard only tales of… Azriel, a man of the Night Court’s inner circle—a spymaster.

— “You’re lost.” He says blankly.