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So let me get this straight...
People are mad, that Feyre is a High Lady because Rhysand saw the potential in her and didn't hesitate to make her a High Lady? And the reason you're mad about it, it's because Viviane deserves more to be one because she was ruling Winter Court for 50 years?
BE MAD AT KALLIAS!!! He's an idiot for not making her the High Lady till now!!! Why you have to bring Feyre down for it???
And y'all hate Feyre for having a child because she said she didn't want one once upon a time and said she'd like to have Rhysand all to herself? But Vivian and Kallias mating bond snapped exactly around the same time Feyre's and Rhysand's bond snapped, I don't see people criticise Viviane for having a child with her few months of husband/mate...
#If Feyre is a victim of being a breeding mule then so is Viviane...#y'all just don't vibe with Feyre and you hate her for the reason you love another character lmao#the hypocrisy#I'm sorry that Kallias is an absolute tool that he didn't make her high lady lol#honestly poor Viviane she deserves to be a high lady too#and the fact that she was the first one to support Feyre and raised her hand at the high lords meeting#they're truly the girlfriends of prythian<33#feyre archeron#pro feyre archeron#viviane acotar#feysand#kallias acotar#kallias#kallias x viviane#rhysand#pro rhysand#high lady feyre#high lady of the night court#high lady viviane#yes thats right!!#high lady of winter court
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who's your favorite acotar woman?
i don't think i forgot anyone, but tell me if i did!
#acotar#acomaf#acowar#acofas#acosf#feyre archeron#nesta archeron#elain archeron#mor#the morrigan#amren#amren acotar#emerie#emerie of illyra#nuan#vassa#queen vassa#viviane acotar#high lady viviane#feyre#nesta#elain#feyre acotar#nesta acosf#elain acotar#gwyn berdara#gwyn acosf#emerie acosf#valkyries#the valkyries
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“Nesta is the one who got the HighLords to fight in the war at the HighLords’ meeting. Rhys praised Feyre when she did nothing”
And mind it this is what got people to stand up.
It was after this that the women chose to fight alongside the NighCourt and as a result their HighLords agreed as well. Feyre is what got these women motivated to fight because she said she would.
After Nesta gave her little speech Beron said that he’d consider it and then left. That’s it. After that no HighLord said that they’ll fight Hybern with the NightCourt until Feyre spoke. That’s why Rhys gives her credit because canonically, everyone didn’t start agreeing until Feyre spoke up.
#feyre archeron#nesta archeron#pro feyre#high lady feyre#high queen feyre#high lady of the night court#viviane#Cressida#winter court#summer court#anti nesta fans#Rhysand#pro rhysand#high lord rhysand#high lord meeting#feysand#feyre x rhysand#pro feysand#nesta has little to no sway when it comes to Prythian politics y��all need to accept that#maybe Eris will throw her a bone
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Lady Viviane invites you to visit 💙❄️
My Winter Court island is done 💙❄️
#acnh winter#acnh island#acnh#acnh blog#nintendo acnh#acnh screenshots#acnh flowers#winter court#ac Prythian#acnh acotar#kallias#lady viviane#high lord kallias#dream address
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All High Lords + High Lady Feyre and Viviane have adorable toe beans in their "scary" beast forms.
#acotar#acomaf#acowar#high lady feyre#high lord rhysand#high lord tamlin#high lord tarquin#high lord eris#high lord helion#thesan acotar#kallias acotar#kallias#viviane acotar#feyre cursebreaker#rhysand acotar#tamlin acotar#tarquin#eris vanserra
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Vivian Core
#Vivian acotar#Vivian core#moodboard#queen of winter#High Lady#winter court#acotar#a court of thorns and roses
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I don’t know if this is a unpopular/ controversial opinion but I 100 percent think that Viviane deserves to be High Lady more than Feyre does.
I love Feyre and the fact that she is High Lady, especially the first High Lady is really cool, but from a world building and political stance it makes no sense, Feyre becomes High Lady a few months after learning to read, she’s got little to no understanding of the politics of the NC or of the other courts. When you think about it, most of the High Lords now, probably spent their whole childhood and probably a good part of their adulthood learning the inner workings of a court, like, that’s centuries of knowledge.
And yeah, Tarquin’s like what 70? He’s really young in Fae years, to other Fae, he is a literal child, but he’s got Cresseida to guide him. I know that Feyre also has people like Amren, Mor and Rhys but I get the distinct sense that Rhys knows Feyre probably couldn’t hold her own in a political situation, at least not yet. I also get the sense that, while Feyre may know of the political happenings in the NC, she is not necessarily apart of the decision making process, at least not in the way the rest of the IC is, or in the way a High Lady should be.
And then you have Viviane, who ruled over the Winter Court in Kallias’ absence during *marantha’s little reign of terror, and from what we know, she was a very good leader. She kept a village in the Winter Court veiled and guarded from the outside world, which would have taken an insane amount of power, while also ruling some, if not all of the Winter Court
I feel like Feyre definitely has the potential to be a great High Lady, I just feel like she’s no where near ready yet, especially when, in my opinion, she has so much unresolved trauma, like girly is severely traumatised, and I don’t mean to imply that bc of her trauma she’s incapable of handling responsibility, but she’s fucking 21 and she’s been killed, brought to life, watched her sisters be forcibly drowned in the cauldron, watched her mate die than be brought to life, watched Amren die and be brought back, than died and was brought back during childbirth
#kallias acotar#viviane acotar#the night court#prythian#acotar thoughts#a court of thorns and roses#feyre archeron#feyre cursebreaker#high lady feyre
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Viviane deserves a book
Not mine
#sarah j maas#acotar#viviane acotar#kallias#viviane for high lady#winter court#high lord of the winter court#acowar#morrigan
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anyway. viviane.
#indigenous winter court. that’s all.#viviane should’ve been high lady first i know kallias got his ass BEAT once feyre was announced#this is my winter ladyyyyyy~
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Winter Court.
#acotar#acowar#acofas#acomaf#acosaf#high fae#winter court#high lord of winter#High lady of winter#kallias#kallias x viviane#viviane acotar
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Me admiring the first High lady of prythian
Artist: @dianadworak
#feyre who#mother of ice and snow#delulu is the solulu#viviane acotar#acotar#winter court#kallias if you don't crown her I will catch you#high lady of the Winter court#I know her back hurts from carrying the winter court for 50 years
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A Court of Wings and Ruin, chapter 46:
The others shouted, shooting to their feet, but I couldn’t think, couldn’t hear anything but Eris’s words, see those moments Under the Mountain, see that nightmare of Amarantha leading Rhys down the hall, what Rhys had endured— [...] I ignored it as I stood. And sent a wave of water from the reflection pond to encircle Beron and his chair. A bubble without air. Flame pounded against it, turning water to steam, but I pushed harder. I’d kill him. Kill him and gladly be done with it.
Girlbossing her way through the High Lords meeting, as she should
Beron’s flame barrier slammed into my water, hard enough that ripples began to form, steam hissing amongst them. So I bared my teeth and sent a fist of white light punching into that fiery shield— the white light of Day. Spell-breaker. Ward-cleaver. Beron’s eyes widened as his shields began to fray. As that water pushed in.
YES KILL HIM
Then hands were on my face. And violet eyes were before mine, calm and yet insistent. “You’ve proved your point, my love,” Rhys said. “Kill him, and horrible Eris will take his place.” - "Then I’ll kill all of them." - “As interesting an experiment as that might be,” Rhys crooned, “it would only complicate the matters at hand.”
Honestly, the "Then I'll kill of them" was so hot from Feyre, I love it
“I made her High Lady,” Rhys said simply, lowering his hands from my face but not leaving my side, “because I love her. Her power was the last thing I considered.”
I said to her as I reclaimed my seat, “I’m sorry.” Her eyes lifted toward mine, round as saucers. Beron spat, “Don’t talk to her, you human filth.” Rhys shattered through Beron’s shield, his fire, his defenses. Shattered through them like a stone hurled into a window, and slammed his dark power into Beron so hard he rocked back in his seat. Then that seat disintegrated into black, sparkling dust beneath him. Leaving Beron to fall on his ass. “Don’t ever,” Rhys said, hands sliding into his pockets, “speak to my mate like that again.”
“But beneath the wall, I witnessed children—entire families— starve to death.” She jerked her chin at me. “Were it not for my sister … I would be among them.”
Exactly YES
“I did not take your power. You gave it to me, along with the gift of my immortal life. I am grateful for both. But they are mine now. And I will do with them what I will.” My friends had risen to their feet, now in rank behind me, Nesta at my left. Rhys stepped up to my right, but did not touch me. Let me stand on my own, stare them all down. I said quietly, but not weakly, “I will use these powers— my powers— to smash Hybern to bits. I will burn them, and drown them, and freeze them. I will use these powers to heal the injured. To shatter through Hybern’s wards. I have done so already, and I will do so again. And if you think that my possession of a kernel of your magic is your biggest problem, then your priorities are severely out of order.”
TELL THEM HUN
But Viviane nodded, chin high, and rose. “I will fight with you.” Cresseida stood a heartbeat later. “As will I.” Both of them looked to the males in their court. Tarquin and Kallias rose. Then Helion, smirking at me
Thehehehe, the females making the man stand up WE LOVE TO SEE IT
#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#feyre archeron#feyre archeron supremacy#feyre cursebreaker#feyre darling#high lady feyre#feyre#feyre acotar#feyre supremacy#rhysand acotar#high lord rhysand#rhysand#rhys acotar#feysand#acowar#a court of wings and ruin#nesta archeron#cresseida acotar#viviane acotar#tarquin acotar#helion acotar#kallias acotar
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Viviane - Lady of the Winter Court
#Better hurry up killias and give our girl her derserved Titel#HIGH lady of the winter court#acotar viviane#winter court#acotar
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Chapter 34 of Quintessence sees Rhys get the validation he needs from the other High Lords during a tour of Velaris! 😍���
#acomaf#acotar#acowar#feyre archeron#rhys acotar#feysand#feysand fic#high lord rhysand#ao3 fic#fanfic#feyre x rhysand#high lady feyre#velaris#high lords of prythian#beron vanserra#eris vanserra#kallias#viviane#thesan#helion#tarquin
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Winter court aesthetic❄️🌲
#winter court#winter court aesthetic#kallias x viviane#kallias#viviane#high lord of the winter court#high lady of the winter court#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#sjmaas#sarah j maas
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His shadows know
Pairing: Azriel x reader | WC: 3.8k | Warnings: none
Summary: His shadows knew you were mates before either of you did and they do everything they can to push the two of you together.
Author’s note: happy 2k kick off day!!! 🎉 this is actually the oldest draft I have - I began writing this in October I think? I loved the idea but got stuck for so long on where to take it so shout out to @tsunami-of-tears for reading it and giving me feedback - this story would be lost to time without you thank you thank you thank you
Being a scholar in the Winter Court had several perks - your home had a rich and deep history, you spent most of your time reading, and you became great friends with your High Lord and newly appointed High Lady - Kallias and Viviane. Your friendship had great perks, one of which was their allowance for you to travel with them to the Night Court.
Rhysand had spent centuries keeping up the appearance that it was a terrible place to live, that the people were terrible, everything was terrible, leading to none of the high lords ever spending time in the Night Court. After Velaris became known to the other high lords, Viviane wrote immediately to Mor asking for the chance to see the city of starlight. Mor immediately agreed, also requesting for you to come as well. You and Mor were friendly, but she liked you and knew you would love the city.
The three of you winnowed together, being greeted by Rhys, Feyre, and Mor upon your arrival. After some pleasantries, Kallias and Rhysand started speaking about some political matter, so you slipped out and started wandering around the palace, admiring the beautiful architecture and paintings lining the walls. Many portraits hung in front of you - some depicting battles, some depicting members of the royal family.
You were stopped at a beautiful portrait of their newest addition, Nyx, when you felt a little tug on your arm. You looked down to find the cutest little blob of darkness dancing around your arm. It tickled as it swirled and skittered across your skin. The little shadow made the rounds around your body, swirling around your arms, your waist, your legs - as if it was checking to make sure everything’s okay.
“You are adorable” you whispered to it, when a second and third one appeared. “How many of you are there?” You whispered, unsure if it can even respond.
“There’s no keeping count of them. Or keeping track of them, I suppose.”
The voice startles you and the shadows, who wrap around you, almost trying to guide you to the voice. You turn to see the most devastatingly beautiful male you’ve ever seen - dark, sun-kissed skin covered large muscular arms, massive membranous wings behind him. Light poured behind him allowing the wings to look almost pink from the stretched skin, but everywhere else behind him was cloaked in shadows that moved lazily, slithering across his shoulders.
Hazel eyes look down at you, a smirk on his face.
“Are you in charge of them, I suppose?” You ask, a smile grazing your lips.
“I wouldn’t say that. They don’t always listen to me. They seem to like you, though.”
While you were speaking, a few more joined to inspect you, fast blurs of darkness roaming your skin leaving goosebumps in their cold wake.
“Hmm, maybe they see me as a threat. I can be quite frightening, you know.”
“Frightening? Yes, I can see you’re trying to pinpoint your next target. Unfortunately, I do believe you are wasting your time. Studying Nyx’s portrait won’t help you determine his weaknesses.”
“I’ve actually uncovered quite a lot about his weaknesses from his portrait.”
“Pray tell,” he leans against the wall, studying your face.
“I think his weaknesses include both nap time and bed time, along with his incredibly short legs. Dare I say, he’d be very easy to pick up and maneuver.”
“Unfortunately, you’ve picked a target that is so heavily protected you may never get the chance to see him.”
Your face lights up in delight, “so I am a frightening threat? Why else go through the trouble to hide him from me?”
“Nyx doesn’t like strangers,” his tone was so matter of fact, the shadows peered over his shoulders to watch the exchange.
“Hmm, you could introduce us. Then it’ll be a fair fight.”
“Unfortunately for you, I believe he is napping. And disturbing him from a nap is the worst part of my job.”
“So it is part of your job to wake him up?”
“I have to train him against all these frightening threats that wander the halls.”
“I only see one frightening threat.”
The shadows began dancing between you two, pulling you both closer and closer, until you realized you could put your hand out and touch his face. Your fingers twitched slightly at the intrusive thought.
“And does this frightening threat have a name.”
“Y/n.”
He smiles at your name - you assume he already knew who you were, he just wanted you to say it for whatever reason.
“And does the one who has the terrifying job of waking Nyx have a name?”
“Azriel.”
“And you also aren’t in charge of the shadows, but you provide them with suggestions?”
He laughs as he says, “They usually listen to me, especially when I command them, but sometimes they just find something they like and want to investigate.”
“Is that what happened? They wanted to investigate me?”
“Yes.”
“Why? Did they like what they found out in their investigation?”
“Sometimes they investigate pretty things or things they’ve never seen before. They won’t tell me why they came after you, but they tell me they like you.”
“Can you tell them that I like them? Or can they hear me when I talk to them?”
“They can hear you, you just can’t really hear them.”
“They’re very beautiful.” You were talking about the shadows, of course. Definitely not also about the male in front of you.
“Yes they are.” He says, gazing into your eyes, perhaps speaking about more than just the shadows.
The spell between your shared gaze is broken when a door opens and Mor comes running down the hall. “Oh, good, Az found you. We thought you got lost somewhere,” she sounded out of breath, as if she were roaming the halls for you.
“I’m sorry, Mor, you know I love to wander.” You look at Azriel, his hazel eyes meeting your gaze. “You never know what you’ll find.”
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It had been a long day. Velaris was stunning, a beautiful gem in an otherwise terrifying sounding court, but you desperately need a warm bath and a few moments of peace. You adored Viviane and Kallias, but you needed to be away from him for a few hours. You needed peace and quiet.
And maybe a few moments to think about the beautiful male you were flirting with earlier.
You prepared yourself a bath, lowering your entire body into the warm water. You tilt your head back, enjoying the warmth on your aching muscles from walking around the palace all day, when you see out of the corner of your eye a tiny little shadow.
“Hello, sweetie,” you coo towards it. You can’t help it - they’re absolutely adorable. They remind you of little pets, but less messy or noisy. One or two of them had followed you around during the day. You weren’t sure if anyone else noticed or not, especially because you didn’t see Azriel again for the rest of the day.
The shadow came to the edge of the bathtub, climbing up your arm, nestling into your hair. “You are a silly little thing aren’t you?” You ask it, with no response. “Will you ever speak to me?” You ask, again with no response. “Will you keep me company?” The shadow didn’t necessarily respond, but you felt the shadow’s agreement as it nestled further into your hair as you sank into the bath once more.
After your bath, with the shadow still keeping you company, you put on a nightgown and decided you wanted to go down to the kitchen to look for some cookies, certain that Rhysand would only have the highest quality of late night snacks. You reiterate your thoughts to the shadow, when the shadow holds you back by your wrist for a moment.
“Is everything alright?” The shadow keeps a hold on you, not letting you go. A moment or two passes, and the shadow lets go, causing you to move forward a little. “I can go now?” You ask, which the shadow ignores again, but doesn’t keep you in place any longer. You walk to the door, opening it only to collide directly into someone.
“I’m so sorry I-“ you’re cut off by the laugh of the beautiful Azriel.
“It’s okay,” he says, and you take this opportunity to glance down and you realize he’s wearing a loose pair of trousers with no shirt on. His bare chest was just as beautiful as the rest of him - black ink trailed across his shoulders in an abstract way that your eyes lingered on. If you weren’t so preoccupied by checking him out, you might have noticed the shadows surrounding him, trying to slow him down.
A small blush creeps down your cheeks as you ask, “is your uh tiny general happy and napping?”
He smirks and says “well I’m not sure about how happy he is, but Cassian is definitely asleep. He’s kept on a separate floor because of how loud he snores.”
You hit him in the chest, “you know I wasn’t talking about - wait he sleeps on a different floor? Is it really that bad?”
He motions for you to follow him up the stairs, and before you’re even halfway up, you hear impossibly loud snoring. “Oh,” you giggle, “yeah I’m not sure how anyone sleeps in the same city block as him.”
“You have no idea. Cassian’s really susceptible to pollen, so during the spring time it’s absolutely ridiculous. We once banned him for a week so we could all sleep.”
You laugh, and then try to shush yourself so he doesn’t wake up. “Stop - if I laugh I’ll wake him up.”
“What are you doing up?” He asks, his hazel eyes looking down at you with such fondness you wanted to curl up in his gaze and rest in it for a while.
“Oh I wanted cookies, actually.” You reply. “Why are you awake?”
He stammers a little, not wanting you to know that he was walking by your door to see if you were still awake. He had wanted to see you again, your earlier encounter occupying his thoughts all day long, when he assumed you had turned in for the night.
“Uh, I was doing a patrol.” He settled on.
“Oh yeah? Wanted to make sure the terrifying threat was contained?”
He smirked, “what do you think I’m doing now? I figure if I feed the threat, it might spare me.” He gives you the sweetest looking puppy dog face, and you have no idea where it came from, but it absolutely melts your heart.
“Stop that!” you say, while hitting his chest.
“Stop what?” He says, continuing his pouting.
“You look like a sad puppy dog, stop!”
“Will it make the frightening threat not want to kill me?”
“Hmm, the frightening threat will leave you be, for now.”
You two head into the kitchen, and he immediately starts searching through cupboards.
“Mor and Cassian have the best cookies,” he says, while reaching the higher shelves to pull out random boxes that contain cookie tins.
“I didn’t know being a spymaster included knowing everyone’s taste in cookies.”
“You never know what might become necessary information.”
He looked down at you, offering you a cookie. You accepted it, and as your hands were connected by the cookie, a few shadows danced around your arms to some unheard song. He seemed a little surprised at them, his mouth dropping just slightly.
“Are they always this kind to night court guests?” You asked, nibbling on the cookie.
“Only the pretty ones.”
“And do you always flirt with night court guests?”
He leaned in closer, “only the pretty ones.”
You took a step closer, until you’re almost touching noses.
“And do you always commit crimes with your guests?”
His breath was fanning your face. It smelled of sugar cookie and mint, and you think about what it would feel like to inhale him.
“Only you.”
He pulled out a cookie and offered it to your mouth, which you happily accepted. You don’t break eye contact as you grab the cookie with your mouth, pulling it from his fingers.
“I can’t say I’ve indulged in criminal activity with anyone else.”
His grin grows as you bite into the cookie, a few crumbs falling but a few shadows swoop down to catch them before depositing them in the trash.
“Good. I am in charge of catching criminals in the night court, and I’d hate to have to catch you and lock you up.”
A blush spread over your cheeks. You opened your mouth to respond, when Azriel straightened, his wings going rigid.
“Hide the evidence.” He whispered, as he pulled back and quietly put the cookies away back where they came from. Before you can ask him about the abrupt change, you hear loud footsteps coming down the stairs into the kitchen, before seeing Cassian appear.
He looked at the two of you, surprised that anyone else was awake at this hour. Now he was hoping the two of you wouldn’t stay too long so he could reach his secret stash of cookies.
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During the afternoon the next day, your little shadow companion kept following you around, almost acting as a guide dog. When you came down for breakfast, it guided you into the seat next to where Azriel was sitting, even guiding your hand to grab an apple at the same time as him, causing your fingers to brush against each other.
Currently the shadow was dragging you through the hallways of the house, into what appeared to be a massive library. It guided you to sit in a chair at a table where there seemed to be some paperwork piled on top. The shadow left you for a moment, returning with a book for you.
“Ah, thank you,” you say, petting at the shadow. It curled around your finger in reciprocation before slithering back into your hair. You began reading the book, only getting a chapter in when someone sat across the table from you.
“The threat has found where I liked to do work,” Azriel stated, looking through his papers. You smiled up at him, “I have to be prepared to strike at any moment, you know.”
He chuckled, a soft look on his face. “Well, if you plan to attack in the library, please try to keep noise levels to a minimum, Clotho gets very upset when I cause too much noise. I’m on thin ice with her.”
“Oh, I see. You have a reputation for hosting parties down here,” you muse.
He looks at you, a lazy grin on his face, “my parties are known across Prythian, only the best, most exclusive guests may attend my library events.”
“And am I on the guest list?” You ask, leaning against the table. “Of course,” he replied, leaning towards you over the table, “you might be a threat, but I’ve heard you’re one hell of a dancer.”
You laugh loudly, then remember where you are and try to quiet down. “I’ll have you know that I’m a lousy dancer, but I would be very interested in attending one of your parties anyway.”
-
The longer you stayed, the more the shadows kept maneuvering around you. Instead of just one you now had a small trio who accompanied you everywhere, hiding in your hair, wisping around your neck and wrists like jewelry when you were alone.
One night at dinner, you’re seated next to Azriel for the fourth evening in a row. You’re not sure if any of his family members pick up on this, but Kallias and Viviane also sit in the same place each night, so perhaps it wasn’t anything noteworthy.
“Can you pass me the potatoes please?”
You knew if you turned to the right, Azriel’s face would be right next to yours and your noses would be able to touch.
“Of course, can’t give you any reason not to trust me.” You winked at him, reaching over for the potatoes. When you turn back, Azriel’s expression has changed ever so slightly, and his eyes search for your face, something you can’t quite pinpoint in his eyes.
“Here you are,” you say, moving the bowl towards him.
“Here I am,” he says, not reaching for the bowl, instead keeping his gaze fixed on you. You laugh, expecting there to be some joke, but he keeps his gaze fixed on you and you find it impossible to breathe with the way he’s looking at you.
Surely someone else notices the way you two are locked in this embrace, but when you quickly glance around the table, no one seems to notice or care.
He reached for the potatoes and looked at them. “How can I be sure you didn’t poison these?”
You laugh, the spell of the moment gone, and you’re able to think properly again.
“I guess you’ll never know.”
He placed the bowl down, smirking. “Better not take any chances then.”
The rest of the dinner continued, everyone amused at Nyx’s babbling and insistence of sitting in Cassian’s lap despite how many times he’s put back into his own high chair, and yet your eyes kept finding those potatoes Azriel never ate, the bowl untouched since he took it from your hands.
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A quick knock to your door the next morning stops you from packing, and you stride over to open it. “Hi, Azriel,” you say, leaving the door open for him to come in as you turn back around to put your folded clothes away. Several of his shadows move towards you, trying to unfold your clothes when you aren't looking.
“Leaving so soon?” he asks, shutting the door behind him gently, turning back to you with his hands in his pockets. You swat at the shadows, refolding their undoing.
“Unfortunately, my trip always had an expiration date attached to it.”
You breathe deeply, trying to ignore how good he smells when you feel him come up behind you, his chest close enough that you can feel his body heat through your clothes. From behind you, he lifts one of his hands up, almost touching you, but not quite getting far enough before retracting his hand.
He clears his throat, “what did you think of my home court?”
You smile, doing the latches on your luggage. “It’s quite beautiful. Do you get all four seasons here?”
He nods his head in agreement when you turn to face him, not noticing the shadows behind you undoing the latches to your suitcase and unpacking once more for you. “That must be nice,” you muse, “I love Winter, but I am quite tired of the cold.”
“I’m used to the cold, growing up in the mountains you grow quite accustomed to it.”
“Then you’d feel comfortable visiting me in the Winter Court?”
Azriel’s ears reddened at the brazen ask, “I can’t imagine visiting you anywhere and not feeling at ease.”
It was your turn for your ears to redden, but Azriel doesn’t let the silence linger for long.
“Before you go, can I tell you something?”
Surprise overcomes your face, intrigued by his question. You nod, desperate to know what he has to say before you leave. He looked behind you, watching his shadows unpack your bag and put your clothes back where they had come from in the drawers.
“I was very drawn to you when we first met.”
He clears his throat, his wings twitching with nerves. “I was literally dragged to you. I was winnowing elsewhere, but my shadows brought me next to you. I was intrigued why they’d do such a thing,” one of the offending shadows gently passes over his cheek before making its way to greet you.
“They’re funny little things. I thought they were just annoyed with me because I wasn’t sleeping. And then you spoke to me. You were so relaxed with me, immediately. It’s not- most fae aren’t relaxed around me. And I really liked you.”
“I like you too, Azriel.”
He holds up a hand, silently telling you he’s not quite finished. You hold your hands up in mock surrender, allowing him to continue.
“And then you were everywhere. In the hallway, next to me at meals, on the balconies when I landed. It’s like you knew where I’d be.
“Last night at dinner, when I asked you for the potatoes.. I didn’t eat them after you gave them to me.”
You cock your head to the side, confused at this admission over something as minor as potatoes. “Did you change your mind?”
“No, no. I just- I just- the second you were about to hand them to me, I felt it.”
“You felt it?” Confusion coursed through you, completely unsure of where he was going. You enunciated each word, curious over what ‘it’ was.
“I felt it.” His tone held more conviction, but you weren’t any less confused by what he was talking about.
“What did you feel?”
“This.” And you felt a sharp tug in your chest, pulling you towards him, almost knocking you off of your feet. You gasp, holding your arms out to steady yourself, your hands meeting his chest instead.
“That- what- I-“ you look around frantically, unsure exactly of what that was. You look up, finding soft, slight amusement in his hazel eyes. Shadows swarmed around the two of you, circling your arms, your legs, your fingers. They seemed to be saying something, and you closed your eyes to listen.
Mate. Mate. Mate.
You close your eyes, looking deep into your chest, searching for that rope, that tether between your souls. It was shadow and ice, wrapped around each other for as far as you could see.
You gave it a sharp tug, and it was Azriel’s turn to lurch forward. You laugh at his stumbling, holding his elbows to keep him steady.
“Is your offer still valid - for me to visit you in Winter?”
“Only if I can come visit you here, mate.”
Azriel’s knees nearly gave out at the name, the title he’s wanted for centuries. And here you were, right in front of him.
His hand moved hesitantly toward your face, lingering close enough that you could feel the chill from his hand. You nuzzled your cheek into his hand, looking up at him. This beautiful, kind male was your mate.
You had known him for four days - you hardly knew him, hardly knew anything about him or his homeland. But that was okay. You knew his shadows well enough by now.
They were a pretty good judge of character.
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