You were one of the warriors of Miriam and Drakonaaa, or the so-called Seraphim (I'm from PLN, so I don't know if I translate this name into English correctly), which is something like the Illyrians, but their wings were not bat-like, but feathered like those of an eagle. You were one of the higher soldiers in rank. You flew at breakneck speed towards the Court of Night, which was once your home, him, along with Miriam and Drakon, away from Hybern. When, 500 years after the first war with Hybern, after which you left, you found out about another war that was coming. So day and night you flew across the ocean to get to the friends you had fought side by side with before (Cassian, Azriel, Rhysand). When you were close to the (castle, manor house, night) of the house of the wind, you saw on the terrace from Rhysand's bedroom, Rhysand holding a woman's hand (Feyre, but you don't know yet that they are together, because you left 500 years ago and Feyre came to the manor house of night 2 years ago). Your wings burned with pain from the flight, which lasted more than 30 hours. You landed heavily on the balcony, your legs trembled because you were hungry and generally exhausted, you lifted your eyes on your old friend and his companion