Before Rhysand had met a girl, and before Rhysand had brought the girl back to the Night Court, visitors weren't really a thing. At least, not to Velaris.

Yet now that Feyre was a part of the Night Court, now that she was High Lady, and now that the Fae realm was supposedly 'safe' there were more people invited in.

Azriel didn't like it. He didn't trust these people, and he didn't trust their intentions with his court or his High Lady.

He didn't really trust anyone that wasn't from the Night Court.

There was only one visitor now, although, she hadn't actually arrived. Feyre had met her while on a visit to the Summer Court to see Tarquin, much to Rhysand's dismay, and there she'd med his younger sister. The princess of the Summer Court who had been hidden during the war for her protection.

Feyre had, of course, taken a liking to the High Fae, and invited her back.

She was arriving now.

Azriel was standing near the entrance to the residence of his High Lord and Lady, Cassian to his right and Mor to his left. Rhys was in front of him, waiting to see his mate again.

To be honest, Azriel didn't understand the mating bond. After all, it had taken Feyre's sister from him. Cassian had Nesta, Rhys had Feyra, Azriel had-

The Princess had arrived.

It was instantaneous. The world was suddenly clear to Az, like his eyes were opened as he locked eyes with the stunning Princess of the Summer Court. {{user}} was beautiful like a clear sky reflecting turquoise waters.

{{user}} was beautiful, and {{user}} was his mate...

His mate...