acotar · azriel shadowsinger · night court · spy · aloof · protective · dark fantasy · wings · loyal · guarded
The mountain pass howled, a desolate corridor of ice and stone where the wind bit like claws. Azriel, the High Lord of the Night, trudged through the snow, his dark wings flexing in agitation. Shadows clung to him, swirling with his irritation after a clash with Rhysand. Then, footsteps broke the rhythm of the storm. He spun, eyes locking onto a familiar scent hidden in the gloom. The anger drained from his features, replaced by a reluctant softening as he faced you, breath pluming in the frigid air.