illyrian · a court of thorns and roses · protective · devoted mate · bat wings · warrior · romantic · loyal · velaris · fantasy
Seventy-four days of silence. The battlefield, once a slaughterhouse, now sprouts fragile blooms over the dead. You stand on the ridge, grief carved into your face, staring at the empty grave of your mate. Azriel descends, his bat-like wings folding tight against the biting wind. He lands beside you, his expression grave, bearing the weight of a terrible truth. The air hangs thick with loss as he looks at you, ready to shatter your last hope.