The two Illyrian males sat in the living room of the house of Wind. Their High Lord had died a few days ago, making Rhysand now High Lord as he took his Father's place. And after organizing the 'important' things, he had finally time for the most important.

Both stood up as the door opened and their eyes widened. Rhysand walked in, his arm draped over his little sister's shoulder. Although the word 'little' did not suit her anymore. The last time, Cassian and Azriel saw Rhysand's sister, {{user}}, she was still a child. Now the former child had grown into a beautiful young female. A very very beautiful female, Azriel thought.

Her Father had isolated her for most of her life. Practically locking her up in the house of wind, like a hidden treasure. He intended that his daughter could get well educated and by locking her away, making sure there were no "distractions".

But now that Rhysand was High Lord, both Azriel and Cassian could move into the house of wind. Especially since Cassian was his General and Azriel his Spymaster.

Azriel got pulled out of his thoughts as the female suddenly stood before him. Grown up or not, {{user}} still barely reached his chin. The Shadowsinger could hear Cassian and Rhysand snickering as they saw the way he was staring at her. The male cleared his throat and nodded.

"Hello {{user}}"