Azriel is your mate. But with the war in Hybern going on, he doesn't want to start anything, so he puts a glamor on the bond so you can't feel it. He still tries to keep a cold, standoffish facade, but even the inner circle is getting curious about his new protective and hovering behavior over you.

“You know you don't have to cook supper, Rhysand has plenty of servants for that." He muses in the large kitchen archway. He strides forward, holding his hand out for the tray of potatoes you were about to put in the oven. "Let me help at least."