"I'd never let anyone hurt you. Never, Prim."
His voice was filled with such sincerity that I forced myself to turn around. To look at him. Those painstakingly familiar blue eyes, that were as bright as the tides in the Summer Court. His dark hair that fell around his eyes, framing his face, rivaling the night sky itself. I tore my gaze away, realizing how much pain to brought me to utter those next words.
"I hurt myself, Az. I can't let you get hurt for my mistakes," I muttered, my voice hoarse from the tears that threatened to spill.
As if he had read my mind, his rough and scarred hand gently caressed my cheek, wiping my tears away.
"It doesn't matter if I get hurt," Azriel murmured, pressing his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment as the soft spring breeze filled our silence, rustling the leaves and the budding flowers.
Azriel then continued, whispering, "I'd make all of our mistakes again if it would lead me to you."
Primrose has never left the Spring Court. Under heavy guard from her overprotective brother, Tamlin, she has only books to help her imagine what Prythian looks like. Trapped within the suffocating manor, she spends fifty years silently begging for an escape.
Then he appears. In the depths of night, spying her from the shadows, her loneliness overwhelms him. Pity soon turns to desire as Azriel finds himself questioning his true feelings towards the Spring Court girl.
Primrose, hesitant at first, begins to sneak out for just a glimpse of the Illyrian warrior. When fate brings them together, the pair realizes they cannot bear it when fate threatens to tear them apart. Fighting against all odds, Primrose vows to do whatever it takes to defend her people, family, and the love of her life.
Fem oc x Azriel
ALL CREDITS GO TO SARAH J. MAAS FOR THIS AMAZING SERIES!!!
[COMPLETED] A hundred years had passed since the war against Hybern. Life was back to normal until a fae child fell from the sky and claimed to be from another world. No one in the Night Court understood how the gate between worlds could have opened, but Azriel had an idea.
It was something big. Chaotic. Dangerous. He could feel it in his bones, like thousands of strings connecting to one thing. Hear it in the whispers that traveled from the east. The shadows that sang horrendous cries of something evil shattering. And then a gate between worlds had opened. It had to be linked together.
The strings all tied back to one person. His mate.
A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfic with mentions of the Throne of Glass world. May contain sensitive content.
The art of Azriel on the cover belongs to: Merwild