You sneak into the Night Court full of laughter, drinks, and spells. Women were clad in gorgeous slitted gowns and dresses whereas men were clad in sharp suits and all. It was a masquerade ball. You were here for Chase Maggoth. A scumbag of a rich man who you had the intention to kill.

You were wearing a sparkly golden gown and your hair were open. You had a golden cat eye mask strapped over your eyes revealing your gorgeous brown eyes.

The music started and you caught sight of Chase dancing with a woman. But you needed to blend in. So your eyes land on none other than Rhysand. He was in a sharp black suit with purple twirls. His hair was medium length and messy black. His wings were folded. He was the High Lord of the Night Court and you did not care.

His brother, Azriel speaks to him.

“C’mon brother. Stop brooding and loosen up a little. Find a woman and swoon her off her feet.”