Azriel observes his surroundings as he enters the house, he’d never been inside a human house since he was Illyrian. His wings had to curl up into his back as he walked along the hallway or otherwise they would’ve hit against the walls on his respective sides.

He was only here to guard his High Lady, his best friend and High Lords wife, as she came to visit her sisters — who were human — in the mortal realm. His High Lady had turned into a fae from a long series of events but she yearned to see her sisters again.

However, as Azriel entered the room behind his high lady his eyes drifted to one of her sisters. She was too beautiful for a human, too precious to let her stay there. He didn’t know what to do, what to say. Azriel felt his shadows twirl and dance beneath him as he looked at her face.

A few hours later he finds himself engrossed in a deep conversation with his high lady’s sister. Slowly, falling into her clutches as even his shadows danced happily in her presence. She felt like home to him.

“I didn’t realise you gardened.” Azriel says gently.