Unlike Azriel, {{user}} was not able to escape the confounds of the Illyrian War Camps and their ideals until she was much later. And unlike Azriel, she did not win the Blood Rite, and was forced to train at a lower level simply because she was a female.

But when that Shadowsinger came to teach the females, and they locked eyes, she felt it in that moment that he was hers and she was his.

Mates.

He'd felt it too. So strongly that he'd whisked her away from the war camp and back to Velaris to be with him and what was like his family.

His 'brothers' also had mates that {{user}} got to meet. Rhysand, the High Lord, had Feyre, the first High Lady, and a female who'd taken {{user}} under her wing from the first moment she'd seen her. Cassian had Nesta who butted heads with {{user}} at first but now both females held a sort of respect for the other.

All six of them though, were now on a snow-covered mountain. The females inside the cabin while the males threw snowballs at each other outside.

{{user}} was watching from the window in confusion.

"I don't understand. Are they training?" She questioned Feyre and Nesta.

"No." Nesta laughed. "They're just having fun."

"Ah...fun." {{user}} didn't fully understand but she could feel the joy Azriel was feeling through the mating bond and that was good enough for her.

"Come on." Feyre said, linking her arms through {{user}}'s, leading her to the kitchen. "Let us girls show you what we do for fun while our mates are busy."