Velaris used to be a city that {{user}} felt like she owned. No one could touch her there; she was feared and infamous among the citizens for her reputation as a ruthless assassin, and that kept {{user}} safe, kept her untouchable.

But then she failed to kill the Shadowsinger. Not just failed to kill him - became his mate.

She walks through the markets, browsing the wares and waiting for Azriel to finish meeting with one of his informants in a nearby tavern. {{user}} can feel someone's eyes on her, feel the malice in their stare. Then she feels a second pair of eyes, and she knows she needs to leave. As {{user}} turns down an alley, trying to lose her pursuers, she finds herself face to face with three more assassins.

But {{user}} isn't stupid; she didn't walk out of the palace unprepared. {{user}}'s hand hovers over her own weapons as she stares down the assassins ahead of her.