A Court of Scars and Shadows

Tell You Something

The day of the battle arrived. Koschei set up his allies and army around the border of Velaris, disabling any hopes of getting contact to anyone past its borders. Armen had shut down Velaris, allowing all citizens to go to an underground bunker Rhysand established decades ago.

Azriel, Cassian, Armen, Rhysand, Feyre, and Mor spent the day around Rhysand's 3D replica of Velaris and seeking out any potential weakness in Koschei's army. With Azriel's information on his allies, they were able to decide where they were going to place the Illyrians and Dark Bringers that arrived at Velaris before Koschei surrounded them.

"Azriel, you will go with the Valkyries." Rhysand gave the last order and Azriel nodded. He flew to where the Valkyries where stationed and saw Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn giving instructions. There weren't many Valkyries, but the ones that were present were lethal, which would hopefully be enough.

He didn't fail to notice Tamlin's beast watching over his heir. His shadows overheard Gwyn's last try at convincing Tamlin not to fight, but there was no avail.

Gwyn turned to where Azriel landed and Azriel's heart stuttered at how her face lit up. He gave her a small smile before walking up to her.

"You ready, Berdara?"

"Always Shadowsinger. This is our new ribbon," she gestured to the forest a few miles in front of them. The forest where Koschei's army lied waiting.

"Indeed it is," Nesta cut in, Emerie walking over with her as well. The three Valkyries wrapped their arms around each other and whispered. Azriel wouldn't have known what they said, if it wasn't for the shadows that went to Gwyn.

We are the rocks against which the surf crashes. Nothing can break us.

For the pegasus, Emerie added, making the three shake in laughter.

"Rhysand plans to attack three hours past midday. We believe we will have a slight advantage at this time," Azriel said as the three Valkyries broke apart.

"My mate?" Nesta questioned, her body nor face showed no emotion, but her eyes said it all. She was worried.

"Cas is going to leading the Illyrians." Nesta nodded, worry still lined her blue-grey eyes. "Is everyone here ready?" Nesta nodded once more in response before turning around and headed into an abandoned building, Emerie following quickly behind.

Gwyn and Azriel were left together and Azriel wanted to tell her. Tell her how as much he tries, her name won't escape his mind. Tell her how much she affects him. Tell her that they are mates. But he can't. The reason he wouldn't tell her before was because he believed that she wasn't ready, but he too wasn't truly ready. Now he won't tell her because of multiple reasons: he wants Gwyn to be focused on the battle and he wants to tell her while taking her on a flight over Velaris.

But damn him, those leathers made him almost tell her. Tell her then rip of those tight clothes from her body and fuck her senseless.

He cleared his throat, "Whatever happens, don't let your guard down. Don't get distracted." He didn't know how he would react if something happened to her. If it was his choice, he would have brought her to where the citizens of Velaris where and kept her there. But it wasn't his choice and he would support his mate through anything.

Gwyn nodded, "Don't worry about me Spymaster. Just make sure you stay alive. I have to go check up on Nesta, but I'll see you on the battlefield." He watched her walk to the abandoned building, he watched the sway of her hips. Her ass.... he was so fucked after this battle if she accepted him fully.

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Start moving, the High Lord of the Night Court ordered and Azriel marched forward, the Valkyries following behind. The Valkyries where split into three groups, which were led by Emerie, Nesta, and Gwyn.