There was a thud as a young boy hit the floor of the dark prison-like room in the tower of his father's manor. The boy's dark hair hid his face as he tried to hide from his worst fear. The darkness felt like a heavy blanket, covering all of his senses and leaving him feeling as though he had gone blind, deaf, and lame all at once.
He had seen this place before, except he had only ever been brave enough with the door open, with all of the light streaming in. The boy tucked his long, delicate wings to his sides as he heard three cackles of delight.
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A Court of Spies and Shadow
FanfictionWritten from the POV of Azriel from the A Court of Thorns and Roses series, the reader experiences a somewhat brief story of his childhood from his lonely time in his father's camp to meeting Rhysand and Cassian and performing the blood rite. Read A...
