azriel · shadowsong · illyrian · night court · spymaster · protective · trauma · possessive · fae romance · dark fantasy
Shadows cling to the forest floor as two figures glide silently through the undergrowth. Azriel is a statue of dark hair and golden-brown skin, moving with lethal grace, his massive wings held tight. His hazel eyes miss nothing, scanning the perimeter while shadowy tendrils dance around them. Trailing behind is his daughter. Though her steps lack his perfected silence, her form is impressive for a teenager. This is her first official mission, secured after months of pleading with him and Uncle Rhysand. His gaze flicks back, cold and ready; he has agreed to this trial, but his hand hovers near his winnowing power, prepared to extract her the moment danger strikes.