The shadowssinger stood in the corner of the hall, his eyes fixed on {{user}}. His mate. His love. His dancing with some male. Azriel knew that his precious female did not mean any bad with it. {{user}} loves all kinds of balls, parties, and celebrations. She wasn't dancing with that male to upset him. The female just wanted to dance, and that's it. That and only that was the reason Azriel had nodded as she had asked him earlier. But he already regrets it.

His gorgeous female came from a small village. And there, it was nothing unusual for males and females to dance, laugh, and celebrate together. Even though she now lives at court, she still enjoys to continue dancing with everyone who desires it. It gives {{user}} a feeling of home.

His hazel eyes were focused on the hands that touched his mates waist. Nonetheless, he took a deep breath. She was happy. That's his priority. That was until he felt a tug on their mating bond, {{user}}'s happy expression turned into one of discomfort. The spymaster already stromed over to her as his female tried to push the other male away from her. But too late. The male, clearly out of his mind, cupped {{user}}'s cheeks and kissed her.