Azriel | Lux Ex Tenebris ✓

Chapter 42: Azriel's Mother

✧Misma POV✧

"What if she does not like me? Or if she wants someone else for you? Someone better? Someone who is more worthy of you?" I nervously asked, fumbling with the hem of my jacket while stepping from one foot to the other. 

"Gods, if someone is unworthy of the other then it is me," Azriel promptly said, "and no, you are exactly what she always wanted for me. I know this. I know that she will be more than happy that I found someone like you–that I found you." 

A smile appeared on his lips and his eyes travelled to the cake I had made. Thanks to Lucien's book, the cake had turned out great.

"She will love you, I know it. She is... a lot like you."

Azriel hummed happily when I nodded. I was still terrified. It was his mother after all. That meant everything to me. 

Azriel handed me the cake before scooping me up in his arms, large wings slowly starting to flap behind him.

"We haven't flown in quite a while, huh?" he smirked and I nodded, a sly smile creeping over my face, remembering the last time. Did he want to try something while flying? Yes. Did we nearly crash? Yes. Did we still do it? Yes. The frenzy was still sometimes a bit too strong, a bit too overwhelming and neither of us could wait until we were back in our flat.

I wanted to hit his shoulder, but soon remembered the cake I held tightly onto.

We shot into the air, but since I held a self-made good Azriel decided to go slow and not dash through the air like a berserk as he usually did.

I watched the scenery in awe, the cool morning air drifting into my nostrils and smelling like frost and nature. Everything came back to life after the cold winter. Some small late winter or rather early spring flowers poked through the earth, adding some colour to the white landscape. 

"I was really surprised you got a Solstice gift for Elain. We never talked about that actually," the shadowsinger mumbled with a small smirk on his face.

"She is part of this family as much as I am. Why should I not gift her something? And we made peace somehow I believe," I said and meant it. I did not like her that much, obviously because I barely knew her, but she was part of this family as was I. And I also did not behave so nicely towards her which was quite unfair. I had to take steps into the right direction.

"Hm." Azriel cocked his head, momentarily examining my face. Something sparked in his eyes when the corner of his mouth tipped up. "What you said about the receiving and giving, does this actually apply to all areas of you life?" Azriel then asked and laced his features in innocence.

"It applies to the area of presents!" I expressed, grinning. Leaning upwards I pecked the corner of his mouth and giggled.

"Good," my mate laughed. I was thankful for conversations like these. Conversations that would make me forget about everything that had caused me worries me in the last days.

We headed towards the Illyrian mountains when Azriel suddenly changed the direction and we shot downwards, slamming so harshly into the ground that the earth trembled. My cake. I held tightly onto it while Azriel held tightly onto me and I grimaced.

"Here?" I asked with a low voice. We were in the middle of nowhere. Nothing. Forest, slopes and trees after trees. Bushes and a teeny-tiny river. That was it.

"Yes, here." He placed me softly on the ground and I shook my legs, the snow crumbling under my boots.

"It is still Illyria, but far away from the war-camps. So no one could find her here. It is the safest place for her, since she does not want to come to Velaris. Just behind this little hill." I nodded, squeezing his shoulder and holding the pie in the other hand.