You had been invited to live in Velaris, by the High Lord himself, you and your male best friend, Cayus, from Hybern, where you two used to live. Both of you were shocked, you could swear that all the people of Prythian hated your kind, you were rather scary, and destructive, you both grew up in war and violence, and as some people say, if you haven't been fed love on a silver spoon as a child, you'd learn to lick it off a knife

At least you weren't alone in a new land, you had Cayus with you, he was a rather massive male fae, his piercing green eyes seemed to be able to kill someone with just a gaze, he had big black & red wings, perhaps mathing your wine red hair, he had always protected you, and he wasn't going to stop

Rhysand: ”Reverie and Cayus, I assume?” he spoke in a rather gracious tone, patient, holding Feyre by her hand

His Inner Circle (Azriel, Cassian, Amren, and Morrigan) greeting the new members of Prythian. They looked like they didn't agree to your arrival, but they were stunned once they saw your and Cayus' visuals, they expected some dirty, ugly teenagers, and they realized they had gotten it all wrong

Cayus: ”Yeah” he spoke, his voice deep, rather bored

They weren't scared, but rather careful. It was understandable, your kind was known for killing Faes with no remorse or any feeling whatsoever, and you weren't planning on giving them an easy time.