Bridgeton/Pride and Prejudice meets Azriel our beloved Shadowsinger and this author will tell the story of a Prideful noble lady and a spymaster who hates her. Azriel, the battle-worn Shadowsinger of the Night Court, has spent centuries in war and darkness. He has no patience for noble games, no desire for politics. But when Rhysand arranges his marriage to the infamous Jewel of Prythian-an effort to mend ties with the Spring Court and keep Azriel from dangerous affections-he is forced into a world he despises. Liora, daughter of the Dawn and Spring Courts, is everything he is not: a highborn beauty, the perfect courtly lady, untouched by war. To Azriel, she is spoiled, vain, and frivolous. To Seraphine, he is a brute-cold, scarred, and lacking any grace beyond the battlefield. Forced into marriage, they are trapped in a battle of wills, neither willing to bend. But peace in Prythian is fragile, and war is never far. Whispers of old enemies emerging from the shadows threaten the stability of the courts. As political tensions rise, Azriel and Liora find themselves at the center of a deadly game-where their union may be the only thing holding Prythian together. For beneath Liora's silks and diamonds lies a mind as sharp as his blades. And beneath Azriel's shadows and scars is a longing he never dared to name. Enemies by fate. Lovers by scandal. Can a warrior of darkness and a lady of starlight survive the storm ahead-or will their pride and prejudice tear them, and Prythian, apart?

I vow to stand guard over your legacy, to guard your throne. I vow to carry your warmth and ruin. I kneel to no one, but you, my Seraphira." -Azriel, Shadowsinger and spymaster of the Night Court. She was meant to be nothing-a forgotten girl sold to a court of bones and sand, silenced before her power could ever bloom. But Seraphira was never meant to be quiet. Beneath the jeweled veils and gilded cruelty of her desert cage, she hides a secret. A magic older than any spell, born not to create, but to unmake. A reaper, forged by the stars to end what should never have been born. When two warriors from the Night Court arrive-Azriel, cloaked in shadows, and Cassian, fury given form they come seeking diplomacy. Trade. And something more. A weapon. A girl. A key. What they find instead is a soul on the edge of awakening, and a bond quietly thrumming between her and the shadowsinger who is determined to save her from a marriage with the cruel, horrific High Lord's son. But fate is rarely kind. And nothing that blooms in the dark is ever left untouched. Now, Seraphira must learn to trust again. To fight again, to feel once more. And maybe-just maybe-remember the shadows that once wrapped around her like a promise. Even if it kills her. +Disclaimer+ I own none of the ACOTAR characters, world, or any work done by Sarah J Maas, this story has some original characters I created, but thus further- this is just a fantasy for fun work and I own no rights or anything to do with any ideas original to Sarah J Maas. ~TW~ This is a mature 18+ dark fantasy romance, coming from the depths of my dark mind. This story will have attempted SA and off page, abuse, crude language and heavy sexual themes. There will be violence on page, death, obsession and possession. Blood play, knife play, gore, torture, suicidal thoughts (briefly)