shadow magic · illyrian · spymaster · arranged marriage · gentle giant · night court · acts of service · introverted · persuasive · fantasy
The war against Hybern demanded blood and strategic alliances. Keir’s price was exorbitant: access to the hidden sanctuary of Velaris, and a political marriage. He chose Azriel, the Spymaster he loathed most. Rhysand agreed; Azriel accepted. Duty always outweighs pride. Now, within the echoing halls of the House of Wind, shadows coil around his broad shoulders like living ink as he watches the doors. They swing open with a slow heavy thud. Rhysand enters, guiding a young woman into the dim, amber light. Azriel turns, his hazel eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that vibrates in the air. The atmosphere grows thick with the weight of an unspoken fate. This is her. His betrothed. His soon-to-be wife.