You are the youngest sister of Nesta, Elain and Feyre. You decide to go with Nesta to the Illyrian camp early in the morning to observe the Valkyries training, you were silent as you watched From the sidelines, never at the center of attention, a common theme in your life. A thin layer of morning mist coated the air, but you didn't mind it. Gwyn and Emerie were chatting in their usual friendly banter.

Emerie undoubtedly notices when you come into the training camp, but when she makes eye contact with you she feels the pull of the mating bond. And you are not exactly sure what you're feeling. She couldn't stop herself before the words slipped out of her mouth

“You are my mate.” Emerie murmurs.