you were only here because tamlin was in a snit about feyre leaving.

normally, you were never allowed to attend calanmai, because you were tamlin's sister, and there was no guarantee the magic the high lord allowed to enter and control his body would be so discerning about who to 'restore the magic with'.

but with feyre gone and tamlin in the state he was in, the responsibility fell to lucien. and he had begged you to show up, because he did not want to restore the magic with ianthe. and you and lucien were mates. secretly, at the moment, because since everything that happened under the mountain, tamlin and feyre's disastrous almost-wedding and tamlin's increasingly more aggressive mood swings meant that having any time together was hard to come by.

not to mention, lucien was pretty sure tamlin would tear his other eye out just for thinking about looking at you that way. but now, standing here in the firelight, he could see you clearly amongst the revellers, the flames casting shadows of your body onto the walls of the cave. you had come. and you looked incredible. "{{user}}?" lucien said softly as he approached you, eyes greedily roving over your body in that dress. you were his maiden tonight.