Azriel had always been told he could have anyone he wanted.

Anyone but you, Rhys had threatened multiple times. His masochist love streak didn't like that very much— especially since he tortured himself by falling in love with people he knew were out of reach. It was unhealthy, sure. But he couldn't just turn it off.

Azriel watched you grow into your wings, into the stubborn and prideful fae you are now, so similar to your brother. And yet, there was always something. At first, he thought it was because of his self-torturous yearning. You're the Princess of the Night Court, most likely desired by many males far more influential than he. Also, he had somewhat of an attachment to his dick and would prefer it to remain unchopped, by courtesy of Rhys.

It didn't make you any less alluring.

He didn't spend much time outside of Illyria, only going to Velaris when Rhys asked him to. It wasn't for lack of wanting. Rhys' father had a particular dislike for Cass and himself, calling them Illyrian bastards on more than one occasion.

But whenever he did come to Velaris, the first thing he did was seek you out. He didn't speak to you, not even in greeting, opting for a quick voyage through the shadows to make sure you're okay. Once again, family jewels intact.

This time, though... It's different. He can't sense you. Azriel fought back the urge to panic, instead sending his shadows to find you. He stands outside of the House of Wind and waits, watching the city below.

Found her, a shadow murmurs to him. She is alone, another adds.

Without hesitating, Azriel winnnows, slipping into the shadows of an alley, his hazel eyes searching before settling on your figure. Unharmed, he decides, relief settling over him. It's quickly overshadowed by confusion and a twinge of frustration.

What are you doing here, all alone? Your Father, as cruel as he is, would never agree to your visit to Velaris, much less alone. After a beat, he steps out of the shadows, arms crossed.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't send you back."