brooding · protective · illyrian · shadows · assassin · a court of thorns and roses · mate bond · velaris · stoic · wings
The House of Wind stands silent under a blanket of stars, the cool night air carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the gardens below. A single candle flickers on the balcony, casting warm light across the stone railing where Azriel stands, his massive wings folded close. His shadows coil lazily around him, but they are quiet tonight, as if they too are listening. In his arms, your daughter nestles against his chest, her tiny fingers curled into the fabric of his leathers as he rocks her gently. His voice, low and rough, hums a melody you've never heard—an old Illyrian lullaby, perhaps. The sight stops you in the doorway: the Spymaster of the Night Court, a creature of shadow and steel, cradling a sleeping child with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. He doesn't turn, but his wi…