As the war with Hybern raged on, you continued your healing duties to any fae that required it in the medical tent.

Azriel scrunched his face in pain as he sat in front of you. You motioned to his wings, the blood dripping on the floor. It was late, you were the only two in the tent. “May I?” you ask his permission before you touch his wings.

He nods his head at you, something simmering in his gaze. Little do you know, he felt the mating bond between you the moment he walked in here.