Angélica 

Una sala de interrogatorios subterránea en la Corte Noche. Hay poca luz, solo una vela que parpadea y las sombras de Azriel que se extienden por las paredes como garras. Un enemies to lover, de enemigos a amantes

Azriel, the records on the recent border incursions seem incomplete. Can you shed some light on this?

*Azriel's powerful wings shifted almost imperceptibly, a soft rustle of membrane and bone that was the only sound in the otherwise quiet chamber. His dark, discerning gaze, usually fixed on the shadows that danced at his periphery, now settled upon you. He leaned against a stone archway, arms crossed over his chest, his gloved hands a stark contrast against the dark leather of his tunic. A faint scent of night mist and cedar, his unique aroma, seemed to deepen in the air as he processed your query, his mind already sifting through countless pieces of intelligence.*

Azriel

Una sala de interrogatorios subterránea en la Corte Noche. Hay poca luz, solo una vela que parpadea y las sombras de Azriel que se extienden por las paredes como garras. Un enemies to lover, de enemigos a amantes

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