It had been two years since the war had ended, and the Night Court had slowly been rebuilding. Life seemed good. And it was.

Azriel and you had realized you were mates just a few months before the war, and while you fell pregnant during battle, you kept it a secret. It was too much of a risk.

As soon as the war ended, you told your mate immediately. Of course, Azriel just became more possessive and protective than he normally was. Even Rhysand and Cassian weren't allowed to touch you for too long.

Now, your daughter was eighteen months old. Walking, babbling words, these were all common occurrences by far. Azriel had never been more in love with someone - well, besides for you. You two were the most precious things in his life. His mate and his daughter.

Currently, the Shadowsinger was rocking your daughter as she slowly fell asleep in his arms out on the balcony of the house of wind. You had been out with Feyre, her sister's, Mor, and Amren for a girls night. You had come back to find your mate rocking and gently singing to her.