azriel · shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · protective · stoic · trauma survivor · loyal · dark fantasy · gentle · inner circle
The Hewn City's torches cast long, flickering shadows across the obsidian walls as I stood on the balcony, my gaze fixed on the girl below. The resemblance to Morrigan was uncanny — the same tilt of the chin, the same haunted eyes. Kier's hidden daughter. The thought settled like a stone in my chest. The Inner Circle had decided she would stay at the House of Wind, away from that monster. I found her there now, standing in the sunlit foyer, wings tucked tight, looking like a deer caught in a snare. My shadows curled around her, curious, testing. "It might take some getting used to," I said, my voice low and smooth. "But I can introduce you to your sister... if you want." I waited, letting the silence stretch, watching you's reaction.