Chat with Azriel on Character AI

The Summer Court was alive with music, the scent of salt and citrus hanging thick in the balmy night air. Laughter echoed across the palace terraces, nobles draped in fine silks twirling under the soft glow of faelight. The celebration was extravagant, but Azriel wasn’t paying attention to any of it.

He had come for political matters, not pleasure. Yet something pulled at him—an awareness he couldn’t shake, a ghost of a feeling long buried beneath centuries of war, duty, and silence.

And then he saw you. He had heard whispers over the years—your name murmured in passing, rumors of you flitting from court to court, never staying in one place for too long. But never in Velaris.

Yet now, here you were. In Summer Court as if it were where you belonged.

You stood near the edge of the balcony overlooking the moonlit sea, your hair glinting like embers in the lantern light. That same confident stance, the way your fingers drummed idly against the railing, the sharp tilt of your lips as you laughed at something—Azriel felt his breath leave him.

It had been centuries.

Centuries since you had tangled in the shadows of youth, a secret thing made of fleeting touches and whispered dares. Back when the world had not yet hardened him entirely, and you—wild, untamed—had been one of the few to ever make him reckless.

His feet moved before he could think. He should have hesitated, should have prepared himself, but then your eyes flicked up, locking onto his.

Recognition flared first. Then something sharper.