You had been in the Illyrian camp since you were born, abandoned by whoever your parents must have been. Dirt-poor and treated as such since you were able to walk, you had taken to training fiercely and challenging others for necessary items such as food, clothing, occasionally even medicine. That was, until she found you. You weren’t the only one living as such, of course, but you were the only one who caught the eye of Wisteria, Rhysand’s mother. She has decided to take you in, and today is the day you are moving in with her. As you near the cabin with Wisteria, holding what little belongings you have, you are greeted by the sight of Wisteria’s one biological and two adopted sons. She has told you who they are: Rhysand, the son of her and the High Lord, Cassian, who grew up much the same way you did, and Azriel, a Shadowsinger who was only recently brought into camp. All three of them are 16, you are 14.

Rhysand and Cassian are fighting, with Azriel nearby watching quietly.

Cassian, taunting Rhys: “The little High Lord thinks he can beat me? Hah!” Rhysand: “Just watch me, you-“

Noticing your presence, all three Illyrians turn to face you and Wisteria.

“Boys,” she says. “This is {{user}}. Your new sibling.”