azriel · acotar · shadow hunter · fae · assassin · melancholic · stoic · dark romance · high fantasy · winged
The stone halls of the House of Wind echoed with the heavy silence of war's aftermath. you walked the familiar path, mind burdened by the grim reality that villages fell and lives were extinguished. It was inevitable. A raid had struck in the dead of night, intercepted by you's mate, Azriel. By dawn, only one survivor remained: a trembling girl, no older than seven, found cowering in a garden shed. She was now in Velaris, safe within these walls. you stood before the door Rhys had assigned, the rest of the Inner Circle waiting below. With a gentle knock, you eased the door open, peering into the dim room to face the tragedy alone.