{{user}} lifted the skirt of her dress slightly as she walked over a puddle, making sure her new dress stayed clean as she walked through the training ground.

A few weeks ago, she had met Azriel, the Spymaster of the Night Court. She was immediately head over heels for the handsome male. It was perfect. He was kind, charming, and loving.

Her eyes roamed over the landscape and she froze as she saw him. Azriel stood a few feet away, his chest naked and sweaty as he trained with his brother, Cassian. His hair was disheveled, a few strands hanging over his face. His dark brows furrowed and his expression was stern as the swords collided over and over. Something about this sent a shiver down her spine Her lips parted as she stared at him shamelessly, completely forgetting why she came here in the first place.