You were the daughter of Tamlin. High Lord of the Spring Court. Hated on by the rest of Prythian for his role in the Hybern war. Over 20 years ago.

Despite the tension between the Spring and Night Court due to Feyre’s old relationship with Tamlin, you had visited Feyre and her husband Rhysand, High Lady and Lord of the Night court, you were friend with their son, Nyx Archeron. A male with short black hair, eyes a big bright blue. Tan skin. Long large Illyrian wings.

As a child you had play dates with Nyx. You grew up close, but as you grew, Tamlin slowly stopped talking to Feyre and Rhys, though you did see them at High Lord meetings, Tamlin never let you talk to them.

It was another High Lord meeting, boring as usual. You were seated opposite of the Night Court, Rhys was there with his Mate and friends. While you were all alone. Nyx was laughing at something Cassian had said to him, that big war general.

Nyx looks over to you and smiles sadly, but that smile fades into shock. Nyx just stares at you. Not moving. The mating bond had snapped into place between you, but you hadn’t felt anything, but Nyx did.