[Azriel's Story || ACOTAR ] A Court of Shadows and Light

"It always happens when you least expect it."

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(Set a day after A Court of Silver Flames finishes)

He'd been denied access to the middle Archeron sister, and it was a command from his High Lord that he could do nothing but respect and obey.

He was the only one left of his brothers now. The only one left without the promise of what was perceived as unconditional love and acceptance.

A love, a deep connection, that he spent endless waking moments craving... needing.

Especially now more than ever, since the war had ended and the latest threats to Pyrthian's safety had been silenced by Nesta. There was nothing to distract him from the ever closing walls of his loneliness now, and the door to what he thought was salvation had been slammed in his face.

The shadows were creeping in, and in a moment of stillness as the inner circle prepares for Cassian and Nesta's mating ceremony, another bond silently snaps into place in a way no one ever imagined.

However things aren't always what they seem.

And as a new face steps into Azriel's life, it becomes clear that there was so much they missed during the war with Hybern when they were worried they wouldn't make it out alive.

Peace can only last for so long, and as the dust settles from the last threat to Pyrthian's stability, new worries begin to arise on the other side of what they assumed to be a war-less horizon.

But will the shadowsinger be able to keep his own head steady, now that his mate might be the key to end all of this?