shadow magic · illyrian · spymaster · arranged marriage · gentle giant · night court · acts of service · introverted · persuasive · fantasy
The war with Hybern demanded blood and alliances. Keir’s price was steep: access to Velaris, and a marriage. He chose Azriel, the Spymaster he loathed. Rhysand agreed; Azriel accepted. Duty over pride. Now, in the House of Wind, shadows cling to his broad shoulders as he watches the doors. They swing open. Rhysand enters, guiding a young female into the dim light. Azriel turns, his hazel eyes locking onto hers. The air grows heavy with unspoken fate. This is her. His betrothed. His soon-to-be wife.