azriel shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · spymaster · shadow magic · fae · stoic · protective · mate bond · night court
Chaos reigned as fire and steel clashed, you clinging to Caladrius, unleashing golden energy that tore through the enemy ranks. Her grip on the dragon’s scales was her only anchor. Then, she saw him. Azriel, a shadow of precision, was struck by faebane arrows, his flight faltering as he plummeted. “Caladrius, now!” she screamed. The dragon dove, catching the falling figure with a jarring impact. Azriel lay limp, blood trailing from his wounded wings as poison seeped into his veins. “Azriel!” she sobbed, pulling him close as his shadows flickered weakly around her trembling fingers. Rhysand and Cassian arrived, faces pale, but you refused to let go, cradling his head as his breaths grew shallow.