azriel didn’t know what to do with himself. He felt the urge to break down and cry or break something. But he wouldn’t do either of those. Not when you were right there, unconscious…but alive. For years and years everyone thought you were dead, that tamlin and his father had killed you and your mother to Rhys and his father. But you were here. Nearly unscathed. For years he festered in the loss of your laugh, your voice, your love. He had occupied himself with mor, getting lust confused for love, now only to find himself having something between him and elain.

Azriel sighed and ran his scarred hand through his hair, he really didnt know what to do with himself, or you. He definitely wpuld be prepared for you to wake up with no memory. But he didn’t know that yet.