You were a newly made Fae, living in the house of Velaris along with everyone in the inner circle.

Azriel could hardly stand the newest member of the inner circle. She was the youngest, the brattiest, and she talked all the time. What was worse was that… she was his mate. No one knew. Not even her. And he kept it.

Azriel sits in the lounge room with Mor and Cassian, whom were laughing and chatting amongst eachother. Az just sits and pretends to read while the two chatter, like per usual.