The Savior

Winter Solstice

Azriel P.O.V 

A couple of months had passed since Acalla's pregnancy had been discovered. 

Finally, the Winter Solstice was upon them. The air had gotten severely colder. 

Nuala was with Acalla as she walked down the streets of Velaris. Anytime Acalla went out either Nuala or Cerridwen followed her. Azriel had asked them to. Or ordered them she guessed. 

Today it was Nuala. Yesterday it had been Cerridwen. Tomorrow who knows. She never saw them but she knew. 

She had spent the last couple of days gathering presents for everyone. A couple extra for Feyre. 

Although, she was having the hardest time with Azriel. Her mate. She couldn't think of anything that would be good enough for him. 

For Rhysand, she had found this perfect painting of a night sky that is reflecting off the Sidra. 

For Cassian, she had heard he required new boots for fighting. She had gotten his shoe size from Azriel and found the perfect ones. 

For Amren, she had bought her a beautiful golden goblet to drink her food. It had big rubies and smaller diamonds. Rhysand had mentioned she was a fan of shiny things. This was very shiny. 

For Mor, she had found this lingerie for females. Two females. Acalla wouldn't pretend she hadn't seen the female seeking out of Mor's hall. It was always the same one. 

For Feyre, she had gotten some oil paints that were in pastel colors. A beautiful matching necklace and earring set. Both had blue diamonds. And some lingerie based on Mor's advice. 

For Nyx, she had seen these daggers. She had thought that they were perfect for a new warrior. They weren't very ornate per se, just simple engravings. 

For Nesta, she had gotten some wine. The female liked her wine, so it made sense to Acalla. 

She was having the hardest time finding things for Azriel. 

"Nuala," she called. 

Suddenly, Nuala appeared beside her. 

"He needs some new gloves," Nuala said. 

Gloves? For what? 

"He wears them to cover his scars," Nuala explained. 

No. The thought broke her heart. 

"Why?" Acalla asked, voice breaking on the one word. 

"I think you know why," Nuala responded before disappearing into the shadows. 

Acalla now had an idea of what she wanted to get him. There was this shop right on the edge of the city. Although it looked a bit out of place, she had heard good things from Amren. 

She walked into the shop and started looking for a salve, healing balm, anything for him. 

"May I help you?" An older female came over, smiling brightly. Almost too brightly. 

"Yes, I am looking for something to heal burn scars," Acalla told her. 

The lady walked right over to the shelf behind her desk and pulled a tin down. 

"If the scars are new, it shouldn't take very long to work, but the older they are, the longer it will take," the lady told her. 

"How about 350 years old?" Acalla asked sheepishly. 

"That could take some months to heal, you'll want a tin a month," the lady responded. 

Okay, so she would have to venture here every month and buy some more.