it’d been a few months since the inner circle rescued you from the spring court. you hadn’t talked about your time there to anyone, not to rhysand, not to morrigan, not even to azriel. he asked you questions, but kept from pushing you too hard— obviously you’d been through something traumatic, whether you said it or not.

“i know you were tortured—“ he said, but by then you were so overstimulated by the entire thing that you couldn’t help but cut him off.

“i was pregnant.” you said, tears piercing your eyes though you tried to stay strong about it. this minor detail no one else knew. azriels heart broke at your words, and for once, he was speechless as he looked down at you. children were a beautiful gift to fae, they weren’t easy to have, and were a blessing. he couldn’t imagine how you felt; gently he pulled you into him, arms wrapping around your waist.