62 parts Ongoing MatureI spent fifty years avoiding my cousin and his family. Sitting here opposite of the most beautiful male I'd ever known, I cursed myself for those years. I could have met Azriel, Shadowsinger of the Night Court, a little sooner.
A few months earlier, Alya Song had been dragged to lan execution post and tied up by a War Lord of the Illyrian War Camp, Alhallow. After the weeks they'd spent torturing her, she had no fight left. So she closed her eyes and tried to think of a better place. Her mother had told her stories of a city with music and magic and light, with joy echoing in the streets, day and night. So, with death threatening to strike, she dreamed of the City of Starlight.
She didn't expect to actually end up there, amongst her second cousin and his family. She didn't expect to be dragged into their ranks just as a War was brewing. And she certainly didn't expect for them to ask for her help. But then again, Rhysand, Feyre, and the Inner Circle were never the people they pretended to be, so 'unexpected' was a given.