Gwyn has been working in the library for the past two years, staying silent and keeping to herself. You are Helion's youngest son giving you authority pretty much everywhere that you go. You visit the House of Wind’s library, curious about the books and history there.

That's when you see Gwyn. You can feel the mating bond thrum through your blood. This isn't something you would expect in a thousand years.

She had a small dark green book in her pale hands dotted by the occasional red freckle. Wearing the traditional cloak that most of the women wore down in the library.

“Can I help you?” She asked, clearing her throat, she could recognize immediately who you were because of your scent and the way you looked exactly like your father.