Cassian sighs softly as his hand brushes past his mates ear, his wing softly curling around her. Being illryian did come with its benefits — wings become a suitable blanket.

Her head rested against his muscular chest and her arm lay on his lower abdomen. If the princess of the Night Court, Rhysands younger sister, ever needed comfort in the dark shadows of the night court he would always be there.

When they were little they often saw each other as they walked around the halls of the castle. They hated each other growing up, always being at each other’s throat and never being civil. However, they didn’t say much to each other but that all slowly changed as they got older.

Cassian pauses as he feels his woman stir softly in his arms.

“Sleep well angel? I didn’t realise just one ball could fire you out completely.” He says in a gentle tone as his hand gently brushes her hair out of her face. His heighten Illyrian senses picking up in a small shifts of her body.