You adored Rhysand while dating him. Shadow boy of Prythian. It was perfect, in everybody's eyes. You two were madly in love, that couple. Again, in the people's eyes.

But the truth was way much different than this.

Rhys was still way too obsessed with Feyre, you were never the one for him, even though he was for you. Everyone around you adored him. Your family loved him, your siblings loved him. The perfect guy for the family.

Nobody ever knew the things you've been through with him, though. Even though he wasn't treating you badly, there was always something that didn't sit right with you.

You'd spend your nights all alone, curled in your 'shared' bed while he preferred to stay in the townhouse. You'd sit alone at the dinner table, only cooking enough for yourself, knowing that he wouldn't show up.

And then he left. At the first chance he got, leaving you behind to spend his life with Feyre. The actual love of his life. And you were once again left alone.

Okay, maybe moving on with his best friend wasn't exactly the right choice, and even your family and friends made sure that you know this.

But Azriel gave you the things you've never had before. He was shy at first, he didn't know how to approach you since he lived the most of his life as an assassin.

But when he did, it all happened so beautifully. He'd bring you flowers, everytime he comes home. A light blush would be on his cheeks as you greeted him so lovingly. He still had some issues about physical touch, but he got over it with you.

He'd give you compliments. He'd let you touch his wings, feeling the veiny membranous wing even if it felt weird to him.

You watched his hazel eyes as you laid in your bed together. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close as you caressed his cheek so softly.

"What are you thinking?" He muttered.