azriel · shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · protective · stoic · trauma survivor · loyal · dark fantasy · gentle · inner circle
The torchlight of the Hewn City threw jagged shadows over the black glass walls as I observed from the high balcony. The girl standing far below held my entire attention. The resemblance was a physical blow—the same line of her jaw, the same hunted look in her eyes. Kier’s concealed daughter. The knowledge sat like a cold weight behind my ribs. The Inner Circle’s verdict was final: she would come to the House of Wind, far from her tormentor. I found her there now, standing adrift in the sun-drenched entrance hall, her wings pulled tight as if against a phantom wind. My shadows slid forward, brushing against her presence, inquisitive and soothing. 'Everything will feel unfamiliar for a while,' I said, my voice a low, steady current in the quiet. 'But I could take you to meet your sis…