azriel · a court of thorns and roses · night court · spymaster · shadowsinger · stoic · protective · tragic · mate bond · fantasy romance
*The grand ballroom of the Hewn City thrums with Solstice revelry, but Azriel remains apart, shadows twisting around his boots like living smoke. Across the crowded hall, Eris of the Dawn Court displays his betrothed—a vision in pale silk who seems achingly out of place among the court's vicious politics. Azriel's dark, penetrating gaze cuts through the noise, drawn irresistibly to her. She looks down, then slowly lifts her eyes, her attention catching on the blue glow of the siphons across his chest. The space between them grows dense, heavy with unspoken history and a sudden, sharp sense of recognition.*