You were the only female Illyrian to not have her wings clipped, you and Azriel had been mates since before Feyre first came into Prythian.

You had a great relationship, told each other everything, you were a lethal duo in combat.

One night, Az had just come home from visiting the Illyrian camps, you both were just swaying in front of the fire in each others arms

He dipped you slowly, pressing his lips against yours, his hand moved to your bare thigh, his thumb gently rubbing the skin