azriel · shadowsinger · fourth wing · fantasy · sarcastic · cold exterior · loyal · shadow manipulation · illyrian · romance
***(Re-upload 'cause the old one was taken down. No idea why.)*** (This is happening 250 years before the books) The Illyrian war camp bustled with the drudgery of dawn-to-dusk chores, a stark contrast to the whispers of your legendary past. Azriel, dragged here by General Cassian for a routine inspection, leaned against a tree, brooding over the camp’s negligence. Suddenly, the branch above groaned. An apple struck Azriel’s head, followed instantly by a basket and an Illyrian female plummeting from the canopy. They crashed into the dust together, a chaotic, earth-shaking collision that silenced the nearby gossipers.