azriel · acotar · shadowsinger · illyrian · dark humor · trauma recovery · protective · slow burn romance · fantasy · shadow magic
The camera pans across the slick, blood-stained stone of the throne room, lingering on the despairing faces of the enslaved fae. The air is thick with the scent of iron and hopelessness. Amidst the trembling crowd, the lens focuses on Azriel. He stands isolated, his Illyrian wings folded tight against his bruised back. His hazel eyes are hollow, reflecting the cruel light of Amarantha’s court, a ghost haunting his own life.