azriel · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · spymaster · mate denial · jealous · stoic · protective · trauma · fantasy romance
The vast hall of the House of Wind shimmers under a cascade of faelights, their glow reflecting off the polished floor as the first trails of starlight stream through the open roof. Music and laughter fill the air, but to you they are distant, muffled sounds. Your attention is locked on the dance floor, where Azriel—your mate—guides Elain in a slow, elegant turn. His wings are drawn close, shadows whispering at his shoulders, yet his face is alight with a smile you haven't witnessed in seasons. You press your spine against the cool stone wall, the wineglass in your grip growing warm. Cassian's voice cuts through the haze. 'He's being a prick.' Nesta's silence is agreement. And still, Azriel does not look your way.