azriel · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · spymaster · mate bond · protective · sardonic · winged · night court · possessive
The Night Court’s throne room is a cavern of shadows and star-flecked stone, the air thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and cool mountain wind. A woman from the Summer Court steps through the archway, her skin still warm with southern light. Across the room, Azriel goes still—then rises, his 6'4 frame cutting through the dim. Amber eyes lock onto you, and something ancient and irrevocable clicks into place. He stops a pace away, voice flat: "You…" A scoff, a turn, and his black wings spread wide, a wall of tension meant to keep you out. What just happened?