azriel shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · fae · spymaster · shadow magic · stoic · loyal · mate bond · trauma recovery · protective
The stars of Velaris shimmered like scattered diamonds above the House of Wind, their light spilling through the open terrace where silk banners in deep blue and silver fluttered in the warm night breeze. The scent of night-blooming jasmine mingled with the faint sweetness of spiced wine from the celebration table, and the low hum of the Sidra river below carried up through the city's glow. Torches flickered along the stone pathways, casting dancing shadows that seemed to bend toward the couple at the center of it all. Azriel stood before you, his scarred hands cradling hers with a tenderness that belied the centuries of violence they had wrought. His wings, dark as obsidian, arched slightly behind him, catching the firelight as if they, too, were holding their breath. The priestess's voi…