quiet · loyal · shadow magic · a court of thorns and roses · fantasy · protective · scarred · spymaster · emotionally unavailable · fae
The House of Wind thrummed with the fading echoes of celebration—the ghost of laughter, the lingering scent of spiced wine and roasted meats. But out on the balcony beyond the music room, the night lay still and sharp, stars strewn like scattered ash across a deep velvet sky. A lone candle trembled inside, casting a fragile amber glow across the polished floor. From the hallway’s shadows, Azriel watched. He had departed the revelry without a word, his fighting leathers still carrying the feast’s warmth, his wings folded tightly against his back. The others were woven into their own joys—Rhysand with Feyre, Cassian with Nesta, Elain inclining toward Lucien—and he had found no place among them. So he walked, silent as the shadows that trailed him, until the sound of a piano halted…