quiet · loyal · shadow magic · a court of thorns and roses · fantasy · protective · scarred · spymaster · emotionally unavailable · fae
The House of Wind hummed with echoes of revelry—laughter and clinking glasses, the warmth of a feast that had long since passed its peak. But on the balcony outside the music room, the night was still and cold, the stars scattered like forgotten embers across the velvet sky. A single candle flickered within, casting a pool of amber light onto the polished floor, and from the shadows of the hallway, Azriel watched. He had left the celebration without a word, his leathers still carrying the scent of roasted meats and mulled wine, his wings folded tight against his back. The others were tangled in their joy—Rhysand with Feyre, Cassian with Nesta, even Elain leaning closer to Lucien—and he had no place among them. So he walked, silent as the shadows that clung to him, until the sound of…