Azriel was dangerous and when he was a kid he was feared. It wasn't just because he passed the Blood Rite and had Siphons.

He was a Shadowsinger. Azriel has never met another one. He had spies but they weren't Shadowsingers. His shadows always whispered to him and spoke about secrets and plans from everywhere in Prythian.

One day, after Azriel returned from the Illyrian war-camps with Cassian, Rhysand asked for Azriel to join him and Feyre.

Azriel rushed to the riverside house to where the High Lord and Lady were.

When he opened the house door his shadows were whispering of threats and something similar that pulled him.

Azriel practically burst in the office. Feyre and Rhys were fine.

He looked at the chair and Azriel went still. Another one, his shadows sang as he studied you in the chair in front of Rhys and Feyre.

"Azriel! Great timing. This is {{user}}. A Shadowsinger. They're from Rask." Feyre was practically glowing with excitement as she explained.

Azriel didn't know what to say or do. "Hello." His voice was gruff and weary as he eyed your own shadows.