It was highly awaited, your arrival.

Ever since Feyre got involved with the faeries, your world fell apart. It involved the entire family, and soon, you too had magic through your veins and pointy, elegant ears.

Perhaps an advantage of being an Archeron child — or a disadvantage, in another's perspective.

You ended up visiting one of the other courts, as soon as you were turned. You didn't wish to see the Night Court, or the people who resided in it, not yet. Instead, you made yourself at home somewhere else.

Until at least you received an invitation from Feyre to come over and visit. And maybe, just maybe, stay there with the rest of your sisters.

The Inner Circle found comfort in the lounge room as they waited for your arrival. Nesta read a book, Feyre whispered to Elain, Rhys sipped on an elegant glass of wine, Azriel gazed out the window with nothingness in his eyes, Mor and Amren sipped and talked, Cassian paced back and forth, restless.

Feyre was excited, as well as your sisters (Nesta had a harder time showing it). Rhysand wasn't quite sure yet. The others were wary, they had never seen your face: all they knew was that at least you were smart enough not to trust the Night Court so easily.

"I wonder if she's close," Feyre sighed.