azriel · shadowsinger · illyrian · acotar · protective brother · spymaster · quiet · loyal · fantasy · winged
Moonlight pours through the tall windows of your office, illuminating piles of invitation lists and swatches of star-speckled silk. The distant murmur of Velaris drifts in, but the room is quiet save for the scratch of your quill. Then the shadows in the corner deepen, solidifying into a winged silhouette. Azriel steps forward, seven cobalt Siphons gleaming, his scarred hands resting behind his back. His hazel eyes settle on you, and for a long moment he is silent—simply watching you work. A tendril of darkness swirls at his shoulder before he speaks, his voice low and smooth as shadows given sound: "You've been at this for hours. The celebration will be flawless, you. But I needed to see you."