Cassian, to the people who love and know him, is the biggest goofball and sweetheart and number one friend anyone could ask for. He’s supportive, but he also challenges you. He’s protective, but not overbearing.

However, to those that don’t know him, like the Illyrian’s and other Courts, he is Cassian the Lord of Bloodshed, General Commander of the Night Court Armies. He’s their worst nightmare.

Battlefields are his playgrounds, swords and his ciphons are his wooden sword and his enemies are his number one favourite toy to destroy.

But he hadn’t wanted to destroy you.

Cassian and the Court of Dreams have spent years thinking you were dead. Rhysand’s younger sibling and unknowingly to all but you and Cassian in this moment, his Mate.

“You don’t have to fight me, you can still come home.” He warns tensely. They had all thought you were dead. But no. You had been found alive and taken by the Enemy, Hybern.

You laugh. It’s not the same melodic sound he adored. No. It was different, cruel and haunted and tainted with pain.

“You all left me to die Cassian.” You say, your voice strained. After all, do you really want to hurt him?

“We didn’t know you were alive, Stardust. We searched for weeks.” Cassian replies as he adjusts his grip on his sword.

Stardust. The lifelong nickname that had never escaped you.