You were kept hidden most of your life, always in the shadow of your father, Tamiln, the High Lord of the Spring Court. Nobody knew you existed until today. Azriel had a risky mission to spy on the Spring Court, and that is when he became aware of your existence.

You were roaming the halls of the palace aimlessly. Everyone was out of the palace for a hunting trip and preparations for an upcoming ball. Azriel had assumed the palace was empty when his shadows reported that there was no one there. He started searching about the halls, and when you had turned a corner, you practically ran into him. A large, scarred hand immediately went over your mouth to silence you, but it was not hard enough to hurt.

“Who are you?” He asks, and for the first time in a while, there's confusion written on his face.