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lesolehabitantdelalune · 1 year

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“𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝑾𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈.

𝑯𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆.”

— Azriel’s Bonus Chapter by @sjmaas

↳ art by @/andie_uwu (insta)

↳ comm. by me

See you in @elrielmonth 🌹🦇✨

*please don’t repost*

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elriell · 11 months

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𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 has to be one of my favourite themes for this month because in captures them so perfectly, and so I am thrilled to be able to share this officially licensed beauty by @amiranaval 🦋

“𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐰𝐧, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨.”

I cannot express how much I adore this depiction of them, and how much Amira blew me away with her attention to detail! Mindblown 🤯 Please send her all the love for contributing this masterpiece for us all 🫶🏻

All character belong to @therealsjmaas and this will be available on my etsy in the near future!

likes, shares, comments appreciated. No re-posts pls

#elriel #elain archeron #azriel #acotar #commission #a court of thorns and roses #elrielmonth

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elriel-month · 3 months

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Elriel Month Prompts 2024!

Hi everyone!

We are so excited to present the official prompt descriptions for the fourth-ever ELRIEL MONTH!! Like last year, we will have two prompts per week that center on different aspects and scenarios of the relationship between Elain and Azriel. We aim to foster a positive space for us to celebrate our favorite Seer and Shadowsinger. Head to our Instagram for Spanish and French translations of the prompts! We cannot wait to celebrate with you! 🦇🌸💙🗡🌹

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Rules and bi-weekly prompts under the break!

RULES:

✷ Participation of each day/prompt is optional!

✷ Ideally, post your art/work on the week of the prompt. However, if you cannot post on time, post whenever you can.

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✷ No hate or slander towards other characters!

✷ Your submission can be a fanart, fanfics/oneshots, edits, gifset, moodboard, playlist - anything you deem acceptable.

✷ The final prompt is free choice - you can indulge your own prompt or Elriel fantasy!

✷ Be respectful of other people’s work. Do not repost without permission and credit.

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nikethestatue · 2 months

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𝑰 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕— 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 🌸🦇

Happy Valentine's Day 💌💕

this is my first elriel commission and I was so excited to share it , I hope you guys love it as much as I do. @gh0oul_tan thank you very much for the opportunity to work with you, you are such a talented artist!

• art by @gh0oul_tan • commissioned by rosiesfawn.

• dedicated to my dears friends mari @lunepapillons_ and elisa @the_lovelyfawn , love u girls!!and also to all elriels over here. 💞💞💞

(reposted with permission from Rosiesfawn)

#elriel #elrielfanart #elrielmonth #elain #elainarcheron #azriel #acotar #fanart #valentinesday #Illustration #art #Instagram

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leiaamidala · 1 year

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𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍.

⊱❊⊰⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣⤞ art by luxury_banshee

⤞ commissioned by me

⤞ @elrielmonth: peace & quiet

⊱❊⊰⁣⁣⁣

IG link | Twitter Link

please do not repost.

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lunatay13 · 1 year

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Peaceful in the meadow - with Elain and Azriel

for elrielmonth2023 5/10 Peace and Quiet

#elriel month 2023 #elrielmonth #elriel #elriel fanart #elain archeron #azriel shadowsinger #elain x azriel

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tswaney17 · 11 months

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Accidental Chemistry - Coming Soon!

Summary: Azriel had his whole life figured out. He was the head of his department at work. He had a nice house with his own space. He could pick up any woman he wanted for a good fuck before moving on. He didn’t need commitment—didn’t want it. But when his brother and sister-in-law ask for a favor, he finds his whole life turning upside down in the blink of an eye. All because of his new roommate: recently divorced Elain Archeron.

And her three-month-old son.

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I'm very excited to announce an upcoming fic, Accidental Chemistry. I have to give all my love to @duskwhisperer for sending me this idea and letting me run with it. Thank you, babes! 💕 I'm working on building out parts right now and don't have an official launch date, but I couldn't not use @elriel-month to announce this new project. Can't wait to share it with you! And to tide you over, here's a little bit of a sneak peek at chapter 1. 💜💙💚

Feyre sighed, sitting forward in her seat like she needed the strength to speak. “Az, we—or I—need to ask a favor of you.”

Ah, finally. The reason they invited him over for dinner tonight. He indicated for her to go ahead with a wave of his brutally scarred hand.

She took a deep breath, settling her nerves. “I was wondering if Elain could move in with you, into the loft you renovated over your garage? Until she’s back on her feet, at least.”

His brows shot into his hairline. Frankly, out of all the favors she could’ve asked him for, that was not even one that crossed his mind. Before he could get out a word in edgewise, Feyre barreled on.

“I know it’s inconvenient for you and that it’s totally inappropriate for me to ask you of this, but Elain has so much going on right now and her husband is taking advantage of the situation, and she has nowhere else to go, and I—”

“Feyre,” he interrupted her run-on sentence. “It’s okay. She can stay with me.”

Silver lined those blue-gray eyes that made him suspicious that other hands were at play here. Had her husband been abusive? Feyre’s relief that he agreed to allow her sister to live with him seemed…so out of place, he supposed.

“Thank you, Azriel. Truly. She’s going to be so relieved.”

This could be good for him. Once Elain was back on her feet and at a good point in her life again, there would be no harm in trying to pursue her, right? Obviously, he’d never take advantage of her, especially when she was in a vulnerable position after her divorce, but if she showed interest, there wasn’t any reason he couldn’t ask her out.

Right?

Rhys subtly nudged his wife, though it did not go unnoticed by him.

“There is one more thing.”

That had his stomach tightening in knots. Now what? After a beat, he finally said, “Well, spit it out Feyre. Don’t leave me hanging in suspense.”

“She has a son.”

All thoughts emptied from his head. “What?” he asked in confusion.

Her hands folded together as she leaned her forearms on the table. “Elain? She has a three-month-old son.”

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vicioux · 11 months

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He is half of my soul, that's what the poets say. Madeline Miller

ELRIEL MONTH 2023 // a bridge between souls

#elriel #elain archeron #azriel #acotar #elrielmonth #elrielmonth23 #acotaredit #litedit #booksociety #acotar edit #azriel x elain #elain x azriel #what is this #flubbed this bc lazy but wanted to make something #great quote

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elrielbliss · 11 months

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~words unspoken: "and i think elain—elain would like it, too. though she'd probably cling to azriel, just to have some peace and quiet."

all characters belong to @sjmaas

commissioned by me: @elrielbliss

art by: @.biting.lemons on IG

Happy Elriel Month! So happy to have commissioned my first Elriel art. I'm SO happy to have worked with this artist as they went above and beyond for me <3

No reposts please. Pro-Elriel edits allowed with credits.

#elriel #elain archeron #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #elain x azriel #azriel x elain #acotar #acomaf #acotar5 #sjmass #sarah j maas #elrielmonth2023 #elrielmonth #a court of thorns and roses #commission #elain #azriel #fanart #bookart

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bloomingdarkgarden · 1 year

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Elain has a vision of herself harnessing power within the Night Court.

#acotar #Elain archeron #Elain’s visions #the night court #acotar aesthetic #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #sjm #elriel #elain #elrielmonth #pro elain

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lesolehabitantdelalune · 11 months

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“𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 ... 𝑯𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒙 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓.“

— Acosf (Azriel’s Bonus Chapter) by @sjmaas

🌹･ . ⋆ ･ . 🦇

- art by @glimadsg

- commissioned by me

- @elriel-month : 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒰𝓃𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 ✨

🌹･ . ⋆ ･ . 🦇

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆.

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withclawandvine · 1 year

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‘tis the damn season my friends. and what do you know, i actually have something to share this year, it’s a christmas elriel month miracle! so without further ado, allow me to present—

elriel month, week 1: shy glances & restricted touches

summary: elain and azriel share a dance at nesta and cassian’s mating ceremony

tags: post-acosf, established relationship (they worked things out ok), forbidden love, meddling sisters, feyre being a busybody and rhys being a pill wc: 2.1k

read on ao3 here!

While decorated every bit as ostentatiously as Nesta had promised, the ceremony itself had been small and intimate. The same was true for the celebration that came after. The structure at the heart of Rhysand’s gardens shone like a beacon against the darkening sky. To call it a tent would be doing it a disservice. Although the walls were made of sheer, breezy fabric, the space was as grand as any ballroom. The cobblestone paths were lined with faelights, all winding their way through flora and statues, leading up to the large fountain at its center. The water itself seemed to glow, the streams reflecting the light of the candles floating in the water. Faelights and flowers hung above, moving with the waves of fabric high above everyone’s heads.

Despite knowing mostly everyone, Azriel was standing alone, quietly uncomfortable. He sipped his sparkling wine out of a gilded flute, as close to the corner of the space as he could get without getting his wings tangled up in the gossamer panels.

And he was watching Elain.

He watched her through windows and over dining tables. Across ballrooms. The place didn’t matter. Azriel’s eyes could pick Elain out of any crowd, bring her to the foreground of any landscape. She was hardly more than a blur of lilac chiffon and bronze curls as Cassian whipped her around and around and around. Petals fell out of the laurel around her head, getting whisked around her by the moving air, as if they were dancing with her. Elain’s laugh was breathless and manic—Azriel shouldn’t have been able to hear it over the music and the conversation. But he could.

When the music slowed to a stop, Elain stumbled out of Cassian’s grasp and into a wobbly curtsy. She wasn’t looking at Azriel when that grin stretched across her face, but he felt his own lips twitch in response. A near smile, small and involuntary.

A shadow curled around his ear, whispering. Azriel schooled his expression back into neutrality, but it was too late, because when he looked to where the shadow had indicated, Feyre was already looking from him to the dancefloor. Her brows flicked up at him as she took another sip of wine. Azriel looked away. Busybody.

But his shadows restlessly tugged at him, urging his attention back to Feyre. Azriel’s stomach dropped at the sight of his High Lady weaving through the small crowd toward him. Azriel debated melting into his shadows, and as if reading the decision on his face, Feyre disappeared. Within a blink, she was standing right beside him. Her posture deceptively casual, arms crossed and a hip popped.

She angled her chin to look up at him, eyes dancing. “I’m sure she’d say yes if you asked.”

As if asking was even an option.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Azriel said, not looking at Feyre, but rather at Rhys’s approaching figure. There was no doubt the bastard had been poking around in Feyre’s mind. She tended to let her guard down when spirits were involved.

Feyre rose a brow. “You’d think that half a millenia of experience would make you a better liar, Az.”

Rhys stopped behind Feyre, encircling her in his arms. They both relaxed into one another, making it impossible to tell who was supporting who. Rhys playfully chided, “Leave the poor man be, Feyre darling.”

“Why? So he can brood alone in the corner?”

Azriel wished it had merely been a joke at his expense. He looked to Rhys, all but pleading with him to pretend it had been. But the High Lord had straightened, and was regarding Feyre with a slight frown when he answered her question, as if it had been in earnest, “Need I remind you that Lucien—Elain’s mate—is here?”

Azriel felt himself flinch at the word, but Feyre was utterly unmoved. She rolled her eyes, turning to face her mate. “She’s already danced with Cassian.”

“That’s different,” Rhys said stiffly. “We’re at his wedding.”

Feyre took a step closer to her mate. Her voice was low and serious, “They haven’t spoken all night. All year, even.”

Rhys looked ready to argue, but Azriel cleared his throat. “Do I need to be a part of this conversation, or may I find another corner to brood alone in?”

Feyre at least had the decency to blush, but it didn’t stop her from answering him, “No, you may not. It’s my sister’s wedding and as your High Lady, I order you to at least act like you’re having a good time.”

Azriel was tiring of being ordered to do things.

“I am having a good time.”

Feyre rolled her eyes at his flat tone, but instead of calling him out on another lie, she grabbed him by the elbow, and grinned up at him, “Then let’s make it a great time.”

She started walking without any agreement from Azriel, and before Rhys could make another argument. Although he did have enough time to level a warning glare over Feyre’s head. Azriel met it blankly, and allowed himself to be escorted—or rather, dragged—across the floor.

Elain was still breathing heavily and fanning herself when they approached her at the refreshment table. Her eyes widened when she noticed them, darting between Feyre and Azriel a few times before she seemed to remember the drink she was pouring. Another second and the glass would have overflowed.

“Feyre!” She greeted her sister cheerily, before turning to him, as if he were an afterthought, “Azriel.”

Feeling Feyre’s keen eyes on him, Azriel kept his response equally bland, dipping his chin in a polite nod.

“Azriel was just telling me how much he wanted to dance.” Feyre lied, about as convincingly as he had to her. He resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh.

“Is that where you’re headed?” Elain asked. She was much better at this than Azriel. “Try not to step on his toes too much.”

Feyre graced her sister with an obscene gesture, but was smiling when she continued, “He won’t have to worry about me or his feet, because I told him you’d be happy to accompany him.”

“Did you see the way Cassian was spinning me? I might lose my meal if I go for another so soon,” Elain deflected, polite as anything.

“Azriel is a gentleman,” Feyre said, simultaneously reassuring and dismissive, as she took her sister by the wrist.

He barely had time to wince apologetically behind Feyre as she all but tossed Elain into him. And as they took to the floor, Azriel saw Feyre out of the corner of his eye, looking like the cat who got the cream, before she winked out of existence. Azriel did a double-take, looking again to to spot she’d disappeared from.

A shadow nudged his attention to the string quartet, and Feyre, talking to the violinist. He watched the musician nod with a smile before signaling to her band. The strings sighed through the room, a slow, tender melody.

Azriel couldn’t decide if Feyre was trying to help him or punish him.

Elain’s face was still flushed from her wild dance with Cassian, and the front pieces of her hair had come loose. All he wanted was to tuck it behind her ear and let his fingers linger. Instead, he reached for her hand. The other hovered over her waist, touching only the fabric of her skirts that fluttered with each step. The music flowed, but they were a branch caught in an eddy—stiffly spinning, every step jerking and awkward and so unlike the easy, fluid movements of the other couples around them. Nothing about this was easy.

Azriel struggled to look at Elain while she was regarding him with carefully polite indifference, and with imitating the expression himself. Especially as her hand gradually traveled from his shoulder to the back of his neck, drawing herself infinitesimally closer. Her thumb gently stroked the sliver of exposed skin just above his collar. The gesture—undetectable through the shadows that clung to him like smoke—was small, but it sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes fell closed, indulging in it.

With everything else blocked out, it was tempting to pretend it was just the two of them. That they were swaying to a music box's tune in low lamplight, no steps to count or guests to sidestep. No High Lord, who would almost certainly be suspicious Azriel was using his shadows to obscure something forbidden. Coming back to himself, Azriel banished the shadows and took half a step back, nearly out of her range. Cool air replaced her touch on his neck as her hand slipped to his bicep.

The lovely veneer of Elain’s face—her mask—fell. Azriel could read the anger and frustration in the twitch of her jaw, and the resigned understanding in her eyes. Those eyes, impossibly expressive and rich as freshly-tilled earth. Sometimes, looking into them felt like being buried alive.

He managed to break her gaze, only to find himself looking instead at Feyre, engaged in conversation with Lucien Vanserra. Azriel almost had to admire the craftiness of his High Lady, even if he knew it was in vain.

This waltz would lead nowhere, and Vanserra was far from distracted. Azriel didn't want to look at him, either—he was all too familiar with the shadow looming in the Autumn prince's remaining eye. He too knew the ache of longing; it crept up in him even now.

His hand was on the small of her back, but in the way that mattered, Elain was out of his reach. Less distance, more time—there was always something to long for, some part of her he couldn’t have. Even the warm pressure of her hand in his was dulled by his damaged nerves. Her voice was distant, too, as they talked about the food and how much Cassian cried during his vows. Dull, safe topics that could be overheard by anyone. Until there was nothing left to comment idly on, and silence stretched between them, tight as a bowstring. Azriel’s eyes drifted up to the heavens for help. Or at least some inspiration. He marveled at how he could have everything and nothing to say, all at once. The stars were hidden by gauzy panels of fabric, swooping overhead, decorated with the elaborate floral garlands Elain had spent the last few days constructing.

“The flowers are beautiful.” He’d already said as much, while he watched her work on them late into the night. But she still beamed at him.

“I should hope so, after all that work,” she said. “I don't think I'll ever get the smell of gardenias off my hands.”

Azriel lifted a brow, painting an expression of skepticism as he drew their joined hands in. Adjusting his grip so her hand covered his, he pressed his nose gently to her knuckles, his lips brushing her skin as he inhaled. Elain smiled. Her fingers unfurled, smoothing over his cheek and until his face was cradled in her open palm. Azriel leaned into it, kissing the delicate skin of the inside of her wrist. She was warm and soft and definitely smelled faintly of gardenias. His hand covered hers, holding it against his cheek.

The hair on the back of his neck prickled with the chill of his shadows coming back to him, unbidden, as they did when there was danger. He’s coming. In the same breath, Elain went completely still, except for her heart. Azriel felt her pulse quicken against his bottom lip right before she snatched her hand away. With a vise-like grip on his hand, Elain hauled them back into a proper waltz for all of six counts before Rhysand tapped him on the shoulder.

His drawl was charming as ever, but his eyes were cold as he said, “Mind if I cut in?”

It wasn’t really a question, so Azriel didn’t answer. He merely stepped away, ducking into a cursory bow. Elain’s curtsy was smooth and elegant, but her eyes were on Rhys. He was smiling at her, all of his fury banished from his countenance. “After seeing you with my brothers, I must confess I’m starting to feel a little left out.”

Elain’s returning smile was so lovely, it was almost impossible to tell that it didn’t reach her eyes. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

Rhys offered his elbow, and Elain's fingers had barely brushed his sleeve before he was whisking her away, further into the crowd of revelers. She knew better than to look back, but Azriel’s eyes followed her until he was left staring blankly at gap the High Lord of the Night Court had left in their wake.

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