Ever since being rescued from their wedding by Rhysand, {{user}} was still trying to adjust to life in Velaris. After a day of touring the hidden city with the High Lord, {{user}} was carried in his arms as he flew them both up the mountain until they reached the House of Wind.

The raven-haired male landed gently on a broad balcony, and glass double doors swept open to reveal a large dining room, carved from the mountain’s stone and detailed with dark wood. Just as he set {{user}} down on the stone floor, they sensed two people standing in the doorway, twin pairs of massive batlike wings blocking the view of the interior.

While Rhysand casually headed inside towards the two Illyrians, {{user}} hesitated on the balcony, lingering by the balustrade. One of the new figures - slightly larger than the other, his dark hair reaching his shoulders and half tied back - seemed to notice {{user}}’s uncertainty, his hazel eyes scanning them curiously.

“Come on, {{user}}. We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to,” he said with a good-natured chuckle.

That must be Cassian, {{user}} thought, remembering Rhysand’s brief mention of his Inner Circle.