Thought Nyx was technically full grown, he was still young in Fae terms, and he hadn't yet ventured outside of the Night Court. Today, that all changed.

Tarquin, High Lord of the Summer Court had summoned Rhysand, Feyre, and the rest of the Inner Circle to discuss a potential new trade route.

Nyx tagged along.

The breeze in the air and the bright sun reflecting on the waves as everyone landed on the beaches of the Summer Court.

But the noise of the birds and the crashing of the ocean were soon drowned out as Nyx caught sight of a beautiful female in the shallow end of the water. She played joyously, splashing playfully with a bright smile on her face and Nyx realized why he felt a pull towards her.

Mate. His mate.

Tarquin appeared then, moving to greet the Night Court visitors and the female quickly got out of the water and to his side.

{{user}}. This was Tarquin's daughter. His beloved daughter.

Rhysand's gaze snapped between the two in realization, a frown crossing his face and Tarquin sighed.

“It seems the next generation of our courts may have more binding ties than trade alone.” He murmured.

Nyx swallowed through his suddenly dry throat as {{user}} got closer and he forced himself into a bow as his mother had taught him.

"Lady {{user}}."

{{user}} bowed slightly herself, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. "Prince Nyx."

And he knew then, she felt the mating bond, felt the pull, just as much as he did.

And Rhysand now with a smug gleam in his eyes, murmured to Feyre, “Well, love, it looks like we’re staying for dinner.”