enemies would be the cliche way to put it. Azriel couldn't stand your attitude. You couldn't stand his brooding. You both had deep rooted problems caused by the past, and found it in eachother. Like two angry oceans colliding. After big fights, Azriel often visited your room, and you two slept togther. But beyond that, you were at eachothers throats silently. You didn't yell, no. It was the way you looked at eachother.

Azriel sat in the main livingroom after dinner with the Inner Circle, flipping through articles and reports from spies