Light of the Dawn | Azriel |

34. Lilac Field

Isarella wasn't allowed to train anymore—not with the risks her pregnancy posed. Madja had been firm, reminding her of the challenges her mother faced with labor and the fragile line Isarella herself now walked, with the extension of carrying a baby with wings. Though her body longed for the rush of sparring, she obeyed, contenting herself with gentler pastimes. For now, she could only watch as Azriel sparred shirtless with Cassian, their muscles rippling beneath the sunlight as sweat glistened on their skin.

She sat on a low bench nearby, a pink poetry book nestled in her lap—the same book she had once nervously shown Azriel when she sought to test the truth of their bond. It felt like a lifetime ago, those days of cautious hope and unspoken feelings. They'd come so far since then. Now, their lives were entwined in ways she had never dared to dream.

Isarella's gaze lingered on Azriel, her heart swelling as he moved with lethal precision. Each strike and parry was a dance of strength and control, a stark contrast to the gentle way he touched her, to the quiet tenderness he showed her every day. She let out a small sigh and turned her focus to the book. It had been too long since she'd written anything, but today, inspiration bloomed within her. The sight of Azriel, the warmth of the sun, the life stirring within her—it all begged to be captured in words.

She began to write, the pen flowing over the page as if guided by her heart itself:

Beneath the lilac's gentle bloom,
Where dreams take root and love finds room,
Two hearts entwined, a destined thread,
A story spun where angels tread.

The words spilled out easily now, a tribute to their journey:

Isarella, fierce yet tender flame,
Her emerald eyes a beacon's claim,
Through trials forged, her spirit strong,
A melody amidst life's song.

Her pen faltered for a moment as she glanced back at Azriel. He moved like a shadow given form, his focus sharp, his power undeniable. Yet she knew the man beneath the shadows—the one who held her when she cried, who whispered love into her ear when the world felt too heavy.

Azriel, shadows cloaked his form,
A guardian shaped by endless storms,
Yet in her light, his darkness eased,
Her laughter turned his fears to peace.

She smiled softly, her fingers brushing her rounded belly. A tiny flutter within reminded her of the life they'd created—a symbol of their love, their hope.

Through whispered nights and dawning skies,
Their love grew bold, refused disguise.
A home they built with care and grace,
A haven formed in time's embrace.

Isarella paused again, her thoughts drifting to their plans for the cottage by the lilac field. She could see it so clearly in her mind—a sanctuary for their little family.

Her sketches told of dreams they'd share,
Each stroke imbued with love and care.
An office dark, a space for him,
A nursery bright, a future's hymn.

Her pen moved steadily, the melody of their lives flowing into the verses. She thought of the song she hummed to their unborn child, the song that had carried her through so many dark moments.

The song she hummed, a memory's trace,
A lullaby of time and place.
A promise sung to hearts anew,
Of safety, joy, and love so true.

She finished the final lines, the weight of their story settling around her like a warm embrace.

And as the seasons wove their thread,
Their journey bloomed, where fears had fled.
Through every shadow, trial, and fire,
Their hearts beat strong with love's desire.

Beneath the lilac's gentle bloom,
Where stars align and hearts resume,
Isarella and Azriel stand,
Bound together by fate's own hand.

Isarella set her pen down and smiled, her heart full. The poem felt like a piece of her soul, a testament to the life she had built with Azriel. She glanced up and found him looking at her, his head tilted slightly, his lips curving into a small smile. Her breath caught at the sight of him—her mate, her other half.