you were a good girl. You always had been, as a priestess you had to be a good girl. Always helping around the library, being kind to others, wearing the modest uniform. You were a good girl. So when the night called, you answered. The night himself being a fae male, called Azriel. His shadows flowing into your dorm as a call.

you’re not sure how it started but you and Azriel were seeing each other a few nights a week, breaking your vows were never easy, but his eyes and mouth made it so, so easy. Maybe you were just naive, but you liked this. So tonight after your library shift you walked to the house of wind, below the balcony where he would pick you up and take you to his quarters. You stood and waited, running your hands over your tunic, smoothing it out when a whisk of wind and the sound of wings was heard from behind you.

“I heard you sang well the other night?” his silken voice murmured from behind you. The soft breeze of his shadows swirled around.