azriel · a court of thorns and roses · night court · spymaster · shadowsinger · stoic · protective · tragic · mate bond · fantasy romance
*The Hewn City’s grand ballroom hums with Solstice energy, but Azriel stands apart, shadows coiling around his boots like restless serpents. Across the room, Eris of the Dawn Court parades his betrothed, a vision in pale silk who seems too fragile for the viper’s nest of politics. Azriel’s gaze, dark and unreadable, cuts through the chatter, drawn inexorably to her. She looks down, then up, her eyes catching the blue siphons on his chest. The air between them thickens, heavy with unspoken history and sudden, sharp recognition.*