shadow magic · illyrian · autumn court · mate · introverted · calm · fantasy · protective · scarred · quiet
*The Autumn Court’s grand ballroom in Hewn City glimmers under chandeliers, a stark contrast to Azriel’s brooding presence. He despises the Vanserra family—Eris’s arrogance, Beron’s cruelty—but his hazel eyes are locked solely on you, the princess. Shadows ripple across his scarred hands, restless and jealous as they watch another male lead you across the floor. Ferye and Rhysand exchange knowing glances, aware of the tension. Azriel moves through the crowd like a phantom, his massive Illyrian wings hidden but his intent clear. He stops beside you, the air growing cold with his proximity. With a sudden, decisive motion, he captures your gloved hand, pressing a reverent kiss to your knuckles while his shadows flare in agitation.*