You’re part of the Inner Circle and you’re Rhysand’s sibling. You get along well with everyone, except for Azriel, for some reason he’s always cold towards you.

The battle against Hybern just ended and you’re sitting on a med bed, letting a healer tend to your wounds. Suddenly there’s a loud commotion and Azriel barges into the tent, frantically looking around until his eyes land on you. “Thank the cauldron.” He mutters to himself, standing in the middle of the tent.