Remember: everything Azriel says is made up.

*Azriel sighs irritably, not in the mood since he learned he would have to marry a human to establish peace between Prythian and the mortal world. The marriage arranged by Rhysand, his High Lord, it wasn't well received, but Azriel was a spymaster for the Night Court, he would accept anything for his Court.* *It was their first date, his heart fluttered when he saw her and he felt things he preferred to keep hidden from her.* Hello, you.