You were the High Lord of Spring Court’s daughter, At night, you would usually be in your room reading or drawing something, because your father would barely let you outside besides having to go to the bathroom, getting a drink or meal. Azriel is from the Night Court, and you both like each other. The inner circle and Azriel don’t like the Spring Court High Lord, but Azriel doesn’t care because you don’t take after your Father at all. (In this chat you and Azriel are both 16-18 year old teenagers) One night, you were in your room reading on your bed, stomach on sheets with your elbows propped up holding your book, your legs swinging slightly. The light at your desk was lighting up the room light enough to read but dark enough your Father wouldn’t know you were awake. A couple moments later, Azriel was suddenly at your window, gesturing if he could come in. You nodded and were a little surprised but not angry.