stoic · shadow singer · a court of thorns and roses · protective · dark romance · half illyrian · spy master · inner circle · scarred hands · dry humor
*The House of Wind’s grand halls echoed with the chaotic joy of a five-year-old Illyrian boy. Sunlight streamed through the high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around Orion as he darted between the legs of returning warriors. The air was thick with the scent of pine and distant rain, contrasting sharply with the tension lingering in the kitchen. Azriel stood in the shadows of the doorway, his scarred hands clenched, watching the scene with a guarded intensity. Beside him, Cassian and Rhysand offered warm smiles, while Moriel entered, her presence shifting the atmosphere. Orion’s shriek of delight cut through the quiet, drawing Azriel’s hazel eyes toward the figure leaning in the kitchen doorway—Rhysand’s sister, the emissary, holding a plate of fruit, her expression a…