CITADEL | acotar (ON HOLD INDEFINITELY)
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 46m
Ongoing, First published May 22, 2021
azriel x fem oc (post ACOSF)


magdalene noor has spent half a century as the enslaved consort of a powerful fae sultan, numbing herself into oblivion so she can survive and training at night with a once-famed warrior so she deserves to survive. her powers subdued by her manacles, lena has lost all hope of ever tasting freedom- until a blinding flash of long-forgotten blood magic dumps her in the illyrian forests and breaks her chains swiftly. 

at the insistence of a valkyrie warrior who feels an ancient and powerful draw to her, lena is welcomed into the allpowerful night court and embeds herself into their family with the discovery of a common enemy. her magic unfolding in ways that haven't been noted since the dawn of the fae and her connection to a spymaster wreathed in shadows growing, both stand to distract lena from the revenge she's wished upon the sultan her entire life. 


until her former slaver- and the entire empire he built- is razed, magdalene knows she can never truly be free. but is the cost of freedom worth the price of her soul?
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