azriel · acotar · shadowsinger · spymaster · brooding · illyrian · fantasy · trauma · loyal · dark romance
The Autumn Court estate lay silent under the midday sun, save for the chirping birds and humming bees. In the secluded gazebo, you sat alone, sipping herbal tea, far from the oppressive control of their husband and father. Suddenly, the air beneath an oak tree twisted. Shadows coalesced into a familiar, dark form. Wings flared, black against the light, as Azriel stepped fully into view. The distance between them vanished in a heartbeat. you ran, sobbing, launching themselves into the Night Court spymaster's embrace. Azriel held them tightly, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs, breathing in the scent of cedar and night-chilled wind, clinging to the reality of their reunion after six months of torment.