Azriel's Tale

Azriel's Tale - Chapter 2

"Az. You didn't need to do that last night." Feyre said, just as she winnowed in front of the spymaster. Azriel's face was a mask of confusion. What did I do? The High Lady of the Night Court saw his confusion and amended her sentence to make herself clearer. 

"The dishes. From dinner last night." She clarified. The spymaster was instantly dismissing her. 

"Oh please. It was the least I could do. Besides, it helped keep me busy."

"I hope you're not too busy now, brother," Rhysand called. Unknowingly, he had winnowed in behind the shadowsinger. "We have a meeting with Helion at the Day Court Palace in 2 hours." He said, obviously reminding the shadowsinger. As if Azriel would forget such a thing. It wasn't a particularly significant meeting, but it was necessary. Per the terms of the new Treaty started by Feyre Cursebreaker, there were to be frequent meetings with one another to keep communication flowing between all courts and relationships as healthy as they could be. As much as Azriel admired that about Feyre, he had a feeling there would always be a divide with both; the Autumn Court and the Spring Court. The shadowsinger was well aware that he was not the only one with these feelings. 

"Talking of that, where is Amren?" Feyre asked. 

"I'm not aware of that right now. I can ask Nuala or Cerridwen, see if they know." He suggested. Azriel had already acquired the knowledge that Rhysand had told Feyre about Azriel's...observations of Amren, and Azriel also knew that both the Lady and Lord of Night, were not extremely pleased that this was still continuing, but that was not going to stop the Spymaster. After all, it was Azriel who was expected to know about everyone at all times, he was the one to make sure that there would be no surprises. 

"Don't bother." 

Quickly, all three of them turned their bodies towards the voice. Weapons in casual reach for the Illyrians to fight and defend if necessary. 

"Your little pets have already scurried away." Amren. Everyone instantly relaxed at the familiar voice. Once again, Azriel was aware that Amren knew of his observations of her, but they never really seemed to bother her. However, it was evident to everyone present that the Second in Command was becoming increasingly more bothered by this. And rightly so. 

The once relaxed atmosphere soon turned tense. Azriel knew better than to provoke her, so, smartly, he kept his mouth shut. For now. 

"I wanted to talk to you about the meeting." Feyre stated, hoping to ease the tension. 

"Meeting?" Amren asked, the inclination of her voice rising. "What meeting?"

"At the Day Court." Rhysand reminded her. "With Helion." Amren was already rolling her eyes. 

"Why is it necessary that I have to go to these hideous things. All it is is people talking about how great there courts are, how great there people are, how everything is just perfect. Cocky pricks." 

Rhysand cut in with a warning tone. "Amren." Azriel had only seen this tone be used with Amren  few times, and it had not been taken lightly. She acknowledged the tone, and slightly corrected herself. 

"It's not just the Day Court. It's all of them." 

"Well, just try not to say that to their faces." Chimed Feyre. It was becoming a more evident feature that Feyre would use humour to lighten up a disheartening atmosphere. Azriel supposed she had picked it up from Rhysand. As well as things he had learned from her. 

Thanks for reading! Please, if you have time, give me feedback. I adore this series a lot, and I would love to continue working on my writing, and to hopefully give these characters justice. Please let me know! -Jessica.